TO YOU MEN OF THE CITIES
Come! follow me o’er the sun-bleached sands by the seas where the small grog-shanty stands
On the Wallaby track to Falaboo.
Come! drink of the sunsets, rich old wine from the wandering sinful days of mine,
For ’tis only in dreams the world rings true.
Come! dream of some magic, far-off day, some lone backyard in the Milky way!
I’ll fiddle; how the wandering stars will dance!
We’ll sing together—“Yo ho! yo ho!” as on the mighty God-winds blow
Through the dreams of my world of gay romance.
I’ve tramped the tracks to Malabo, I’ve been the way the fallen go!