Old Song

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.