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I have some friends, some worthy friends, And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded leather chair; This old and shabby dressing-gown, So well the worse of wear.

I have some friends, some honest friends, And honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that’s not too new; My bed so warm, the nights of storm I love to listen to.

I have some friends, some good, good friends, Who faithful are to me: My wrestling partner when I rise, The big and burly sea; My little boat that’s riding there So saucy and so free.

I have some friends, some golden friends, Whose worth will not decline: A tawny Irish terrier, a purple shading pine, A little red-roofed cottage that So proudly I call mine.