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6 I am a poor workman, you’ll easily grant; And I’m as rich as a Jew, for there’s nothing want: I have meat, drink, and clothes, and with them I’m content.

I live in a cottage, and yonder it stands; And while I can work with these two honest hands, I’m as happy as they that have houses and lands

I keep to my workmanship all the day long: I sing and I whistle, and this is my song; “Thank God who has made me so lusty and strong.”

I never am greedy of delicate fare: If gives me enough, though ’tis never so bare, The more is his love, and the left is my care.

Though my clothes on a Workingday look but lean; Yet when I can dress me,—on Sundays I mean, Though cheap, they me warm; and though coarse, they are clean.