As i go travelling down lifes highwayWhatever course my fortunes
may foretellI shall not go alone on my wayFor thou shall always
be with me rydellWhen i seek rest from worldly mattersIn palace
or in hovel i may dwellAnd though my bed be silk or tattersMy
dreams shall always be of thee rydellThrough all the years,
rydellAnd tears, rydellWe give three cheers rydell for
theeThrough everything rydellWe cling, rydellAnd sing, rydell to
thee