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 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.

My love is the flaming Sword To fight through the world; Thy love is the Shield to ward, And the Armour of the Lord And the Banner of Heaven unfurled.