rich love,

and air we&039;se ne&039;er be parted”

o&039; she, “y grandsire left gowd,

a ailen plenish&039;d fairly;

and e, y faithfu&039; dr d,

thou&039;rt wele to it dearly!”

for gold the rchant ploughs the a,

the farr ploughs the anor;

but glory is the dr&039;s prize,

the drpppp&039;s wealth is honor:

the brave poor dr ne&039;er despise,

nor unt hi as a stranr;

reber he&039;s his untry&039;s stay,

day and hour of danr