"I love my wife, I love my friend,
I love my children three;
I owe no penny I cannot pay;
I thank the river Dee,
That turns the mill that grinds the corn
To feed my babes and me."
"Farewell," cried Hal, and sighed the while,
"Farewell! and happy be—
But say no more, if thou'd be true,
That no one envies thee;