GIVE a man a horse he can ride,   Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,   On sea nor shore shall fail.

Give a man a pipe he can smoke,   Give a man a book he can read: And his home is bright with a calm delight,   Though the room be poor indeed.

Give a man a girl he can love,   As I, O my love, love thee; And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate,   At home, on land, on sea.