Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
This is a wonderfully evocative couplet, of death as a homecoming for a sailor or a hunter: scenes equally relevant to a Scotsman or a Samoan. 
 There is some confusion as to whether there should be a definite article before the word ‘sea’. Though it is omitted from most scholarly editions, it still occurs in many popular versions of the poem, including the one engraved on Stevenson’s grave in Samoa. 
 The answer is simple: look at the meter of line one, three and five, and you will see that line seven cannot possibly accommodate another syllable.
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