“We are two travellers, Roger and I.

Roger’s my dog;--come here, you scamp!

Jump for the gentleman,--mind your eye!

Over the table--look out for the lamp!

The rogue is growing a little old;

Five years we’ve tramped through wind and weather,

And slept out-doors when nights were cold,

And ate and drank--and starved--together.”

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Trowbridge, The Vagabonds (1869).