Went with a child one day.
Sunburnt and barefooted was the man,
Poor was the woman’s dress,
Over the baby the sunbeams ran,
Winds gave him soft caress.
“Brother o’ mine,” said the summer rain,
“Brother o’ mine,” said he,
“Take you the vagabond’s joy and pain,
Vagabond shall you be.
“Banned by the rich and the folk of power,