We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Ahh ... it's nice to see those words again. The verses were set to music as a "folk song" by Richard Dyer Bennett back in the 1950s, and I used to sing them when I gave concerts and on my TV program. Lovely words.
Byron, however, was a bit of a wuss, as you can tell by his portrait. One of those "he's too pretty to work" guys. The 'gentry,' of his historical period, had too little useful work to do, and thus got into all sorts of mischief. Kind of like things are today.