Classic Poem

It's what I thank God for each night,
A little cabin that's mine by right,
The strength of a man for work or fight,
And food and light.

It's what I thank God for each day —
A wife with never too much to say,
A wife, a dog, and a child for play,
For those I'd pray.

I thank God for the land I tread,
A pipe to smoke and an easy bed,
The thatch I made that's over my head,
And daily bread.

I thank God for an Irish name,
And a son of mine to bear the same,
My own to love me and none to blame:
No more I'd claim.