Look Abroad Through Nature's Range,

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

As Tammie Glow'red, Amazed And Curious, The Mirth And Fun Grew Fast And Furious.