BALLADE OF DREAMS TRANSPOSED
SOME may like to be shut in a cage,
Cooped in a corner, a-tippling tea,
Some may in troublesome toil engage;
But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!
Over the mountain and over the sea,
Now in the country and now in the town,
And when I’m wrinkled and withered, maybe,
Then I’ll marry and settle down.
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