Here, here I live

Here, here I live with what my board

Can with the smallest cost afford.

Though ne'er so mean the viands be,

They well content my Prew and me.

Or pea, or bean, or wort, or beet,

Whatever comes, content makes sweet.

Here we rejoice, because no rent

We pay for our poor tenement

Wherein we rest, and never fear

The landlord or the usurer.

The quarter-day does ne'er affright

Our peaceful slumbers in the night.

We eat our own and batten more,

Because we feed on no man's score;

But pity those whose flanks grow great,

Swell'd with the lard of other's meat.

We bless our fortunes when we see

Our own beloved privacy;

And like our living, where we're known

To very few, or else to none.