Just drop your bucket where you are.
Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams...
Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you?
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.