to plough and sow, to reap and mow, my father bred me early, o;

for one, he said, tobour bred, was a match for fortune fairly, o.

thus all obscure, unknown, and poor, thro' life i'm doom'd to wander, o,

till down my weary bones iy in evesting slumber, o:

no view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, o;

i live to-day as well's i may, regardless of to-morrow, o.

but cheerful still, i am as well as a monarch in his pce, o,

tho' fortune's frown still hunts me down, with all her wonted malice, o:

i make indeed my daily bread, but ne'er can make it farther, o:

but as daily bread is all i need, i do not much regard her, o.

when sometimes by mybour, i earn a little money, o,

some unforeseen misfortune es gen'rally upon me, o;

mischance, mistake, or by neglect, or my goodnatur'd folly, o:

but e what will, i've sworn it still, i'll ne'er be mncholy, o.

all you who follow wealth and power with unremitting ardour, o,

the more in this you look for bliss, you leave your view the farther, o:

had you the wealth potosi boasts, or nations to adore you, o,

a cheerful honest-hearted clown i will prefer before you, o.