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Alone in His Workshop (Ambrose Bryan)

Alone in his workshop a young toiler there,
With his tools scattered 'round him sat down in despair;
There's a rich man lives yonder, he mournfully cried,
While his wife, kind and patient, drew near him and sighed.

Don't sigh for the things that are not yours,
Don't tell fate what to do;
Don't envy those who seem to be
Much better off than you.
For we'll all be judged by what we have done,
And not by what we own;
Be satisfied with what you've got,
Leave well enough alone.

Alone in his mansion a millionaire lies,
My wife wed me only for money, he cries;
While I am the richest of beings,
How can I tell my children what mother's love means?
His eyes tell the tale of a lonely despair,
How gladly he'd change with the workman down there.
Just at that moment the toiler's wife said,
Come, John, kiss the babies they're going to bed.

Don't sigh for the things that are not yours,
Don't tell fate what to do;
Don't envy those who seem to be,
Much better off than you.
For we'll all be judged by what we have done,
And not by what we own;
Be satisfied with what you've got,
Leave well enough alone.

####.... Author unknown ....####
Sung by Ambrose Bryan [1908-1965] of Tilting, Fogo Island, NL.

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