And never know bird, nor beast, nor tree,
Watching the world from book or stage;
But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!
So ho! for the forest, and ho! for the lea,
And ho! for the river and prairie brown,
And ho! for a gay long jubilee,—
Then I’ll marry and settle down.
Why should I wait till a gray old age
Brings me chance to be rich and free?
I have no money—it makes me rage;