And a somewhat different version from Frank Purslow's The Foggy Dew / Southern Harvest, as collected by George Gardiner from James Dyer, Portsmouth Workhouse, Hampshire, in August 1907 (tune and verse 1) and from W. Rundle of St Merryn, Cornwall, in May 1905:

I've lived in a wood for a number of years,
With my dog and my gun I drives away all cares.
I've a neat little cottage and the roof it is secure,
If you look down below you'll find ground for the floor,
Ground for the floor, ground for the floor,
If you look down below you'll find ground for the floor.

Oh, my cottage is surrounded with briars and thorns,
And so sweet are the notes of the birds in the morn.
I've a guinea in my pocket and three-score more in store,
I'm as happy as those that have thousands or more,
Thousands or more, thousands or more,
I'm as happy as those that have thousands or more.

Oh, my bed's made of straw for my limbs to repose,
As for myself I have one suit of clothes.
It's made up of ticking and is stitch'd up secure,
I'm as happy as those that have broadcloth in store,
Broadcloth in store, broadcloth in store,
I'm as happy as those that have broadcloth in store.

Oh, grate I have none for my fire's on the ground,
Chairs I have none for my friends to sit down.
But a three-legged stool is the chiefest of my store,
I'm as happy as those that have fine furniture,
Fine furniture, fine furniture,
I'm as happy as those that have fine furniture.

In my cottage I will live for the rest of my days.
With a wife that I love and I'll live at my ease.
In my riches I'll take pleasure and bestow on the poor,
For what is the use of riches in store,
Riches in store, riches in store,
For what is the use of riches in store?