7
No treasure he ever amasses,
but cheerfully spends all his gain,
We're strangers to party and faction,
to honour and honesty true;
And would not commit a bad action,
for power or profit in view.
Then why should we quarrel for riches,
or any such glittering toy?
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches,
goes thorough the world brave boys.
The world is a beautiful garden,
enrich'd with the blessings of life,
The toiler with plenty rewarding,
which plenty too often breeds strife.
When terrible tempests assail us,
and mountanious billows affright;
No grandeur or wealth can avail us,
but skilful industry steers right.
The courtier's more subject to dangers,
who rules at the helm of the state,
Than we that to politics are strangers,
escape the snares laid for the great.
The various blessings of nature,
in various nations we try;
No mortal than us can be greater,
who merrily live till we die.
