Give me a part of your burden, friend;
Your load is more than your share;
I know by the way your shoulders bend
Tis more than you well can bear.

A toilsome road is the world's highway,
With little to lift or loan,
Where shadows oft with the sunbeams play
To music of mirth and moan.

So give me some of your load to keep;
There is much that you well can spare;
The way is long and the hills are steep,
And pitfalls are everywhere.

Some deep and dark that your eye would miss
That mine would be sure to see,
And snakes that spring with no warning hiss
That you could reveal to me.

So give me some of your burden, pray;
I'll carry it with my own;
We'll help to lighten each other's way;
It's dreary walking alone.