Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many—
I rove beneath the sun
Without a single penny.
A king might envy long
The fare my board adorning—
Upon a throstle's song
I broke my fast this morning;
My lunch, a girl's quick smile,
As I'm a living sinner;
She walked with me a mile ...
I kissed her for my dinner.
Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many—
I fare beneath the sun
Without a single penny!