If it happened

that ye met a chap,

And what hides in his chest

can’t guess,

If it’s hard to decide

at once

Take a risk—walk uphill

with him,

Think him from the word go

a bro:

Let one rope join you both

henceforth,

If the hills make him feel

quite ill,

If he can only fail

and wail,

Having stumbled on the ice,

he cries,

Then this one can’t be near—

it’s clear,

Let he walk the straight way

away—

Such a bird shouldn’t be brought

along,

But if he neither howled

nor growled,

Maybe he was as tough

as rough,

Yet when ye worked down on

the stones,

He would groan,

but held on;

If this one has broken through

with you