Where men live out life merrily,
And die merry and old.
North, South, East, and West:
Think of whichever you love the best.
Forest and vale and high blue hill:
You shall have whichever you will,
To quaff one cup to the love o’ your soul
Before we drink to the lovely whole.
BALLADE OF THE RICH HEART
What thief is he can rob this treasury,