THE VAGABOND

John Drinkwater 1882-1937

I know the pools where the grayling rise,

  I know the trees where the filberts fall,

I know the woods where the red fox lies,

  The twisted elms where the brown owls call.

And I've seldom a shilling to call my own,

  And there's never a girl I'd marry,

I thank the Lord I'm a rolling stone

  With never a care to carry.

I talk to the stars as they come and go

  On every night from July to June,

I'm free of the speech of the winds that blow,

  And I know what weather will sing what tune.

I sow no seed and I pay no rent,

  And I thank no man for his bounties,

But I've a treasure that's never spent,

  I'm lord of a dozen counties.

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