POETRY.
THE SINGING VAGABOND. A MAD fellow went wandering The fair roads of the world along, And ever as he went would sing A foolish, happy snatch of song- Ri tol de roll
A glad'heart and a merry soul!
I had a seemly little store Of gold, and 'twas my joy to lend
All to a comrade fallen poor—
Now I have neither money nor friend- Ri tol de roll A glad heart and a merry soul!
I had a love I thought was true, Who set my simple heart aglow. Losing my money, I lost her too, For the good God made women so- Ri tol de rol!
A glad heart and a merry soul!
Onward I trudge right merrily, And take whatever luck may come; All roads are alike to me, For all alike can lead me home- Ri tol de rol!
A glad heart and a merry soul!
And lastly, all my days being sped, Like fallen leaves or broken waves, I shall go down among the dead, The quiet dead who sleep in graves- Ri tol de rol A glad heart and a merry soul!
I. J. ADAMS.
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