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Give to me the life I love,

   Let the lave go by me,

Give the jolly heaven above

   And the byway nigh me.

Bed in the bush with stars to see,

   Bread I dip in the river —

There’s the life for a man like me,

   There’s the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,

   Let what will be o’er me;

Give the face of earth around

   And the road before me.

Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,

   Nor a friend to know me;

All I seek, the heaven above

   And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me

   Where afield I linger,

Silencing the bird on tree,

   Biting the blue finger.

White as meal the frosty field —

   Warm the fireside haven —

Not to autumn will I yield,

   Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,

   Let what will be o’er me;

Give the face of earth around,

   And the road before me.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,

   Nor a friend to know me;

All I ask, the heaven above

   And the road below me.