Oh! my books to thee I owe,
Oh! my books to thee I owe,
You save me from my enemies,
And soothe me in my awe.

Oh! my books to thee I owe,
When vacant or in a sad mood,
You are a good protective hood,
Lifting me, up, high!

In sorrow, you talk psychology,
And comfort me,
Sweeter than honey-thee,
Oh! my books, a lot I owe to thee.