They are the best friends of all,
No matter whate’er may befall,
The comfort of his life,
His children and his wife—
They are the best friends of all.
Now it makes his bosom glad, when the children run to dad,
For then he has a romp with girls and boys;
While his tender, watchful mate, smiling, greets him at the gate,
Prepared to share his sorrows and his joys;
And in illness or in health, and in poverty or wealth,