[Bantam:]
Contentment I give you and all that it brings,
To the man who is fully decided
To take what he has, and be thankful that things
Are such as his lot has provided.
Some strive for high rank, for preferment, for place,
Ever ready to sell at a price
Tradition of family, fealty, or race,
In return for a jewelled device.
But here's to the man who is pleased with his lot,
Who never sits sighing for what he has not,
Contented and thankful for what he has got;
With a welcome for all
To Chanticleer Hall.
[Chorus:]
But here's to the man who is pleased with his lot,
Who never sits sighing for what he has not,
Contented and thankful for what he has got;
With a welcome for all
To Chanticleer Hall.
[Bantam:]
The old would be young, and the young would be old,
The lean only long to grow fatter;
The wealthy want health, and the healthy want gold,
A change to the worse for the latter.
The single would wed, but the husband contrives
To consider his fetters a curse.
And half the world sighs for the other half's wives,
With the risk of a change for the worse.
But here's to the man who is pleased with his lot,
Who never sits sighing for what he has not,
Contented and thankful for what he has got;
With a welcome for all
To Chanticleer Hall.
[Chorus:]
But here's to the man who is pleased with his lot,
Who never sits sighing for what he has not,
Contented and thankful for what he has got;
With a welcome for all
To Chanticleer Hall.