To sing as I travel along.
Wherever my fortune may lead me,
Whate’er sort of hap it may bring,
The blessing of God will aye speed me,
And so as I travel I sing.
Such was the blithe and cheery ditty which Nathan Blyth was chanting when Squire Fuller rode up to the smithy door.
“Good morning, Blyth,” said he; “it’s a good sign when people sing at their work. One would conclude that it’s neither too hard nor ill paid.”
“And yet, sir,” said Nathan, “I have known people who worked too hard for low wages, and yet could sing all the same.”
“Indeed! I imagine they must have been endowed by nature with a marvellous flow of spirits,” said the squire.