If I had only a hod To carry up the road I would be praising God For such a light load; Or if I had to lift Only a pack of stone I would welcome the gift Of work to be done. Oh there's no lusty lad But can bear stone's weight, And every man be glad If a hod be his fate; So wonder at my breaking -- For how are you to see There is no leave-taking Of the heart in me? |