John Drinkwater

The Vagabond

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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