“but no man should need much”; and, as if to prove his point, hummed an old verse out of the Gaelic: If I had a singing brown thrush,   And a hound that well knew I was God, And a rose peeping out of a bush,   And shamrocks in the green green sod, And a little, little small house   And a red, red apple tree, I would thank the Almighty God   So good, and so good to me.”