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In the year since Jesus died for men, / Eighteen hundred years and ten, / We were a gallant company, / Riding o'er land, and sailing o'er sea.
Oh! but we went merrily! / We forded the river, and climbed the high hill, / Never our steeds for a day stood still; / Whether we lay in the cave or the shed, / Our sleep fell soft on the hardest bed; / Whether we couched in our rough capote, / On the rougher plank of our gliding boat, / Or stretched on the beach, or our saddles spread / As a pillow beneath the resting head, / Fresh we woke upon the morrow: / All our thoughts and words had scope, / We had health, and we had hope, / Toil and travel, but no sorrow.