'Tis a rule in the land that when travelers meet Travelers meet In highway or byway, in alley or street, Alley or street, On foot or in wagon, by day or by night Each favors the other and turns to the right, Turns to the right. What a wonderful measure of trouble we'd shun, Trouble we'd shun, If all the humanity under the sun, Under the sun, While passing each other were truly polite, And wishing "good morrow," would turn to the right. What a pity when selfishness stands in the way, Stands in the way. And hinders one's hearing what Wisdom would say, Wisdom would say, There's joy on the journey, the end is delight To those in life's highway who turn to the right.