I am fevered with the sunset I am fretful with the bay For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.
There is no sorrow like a love denied Nor any joy like love that has its will.
Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?
For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
The wealth of nations is men not silk and cotton and gold.
