Give a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail; 
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health, 
On sea nor shore shall fail. 

Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read: 
And his home is bright with a calm delight, 
Though the room be poor indeed. 

Give a man a girl he can love, 
As I, O my love, love thee;
And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate, 
At home, on land, on sea.