A Road Song, by Madison Cawein

  It's—Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one
  With a vagabond foot that follows!
  And a cheer-up hand that he claps upon
  Your arm with the hearty words, "Come on!
  We'll soon be out of the hollows,
    My heart!
  We'll soon be out of the hollows."

  It's—Oh, for the songs, where the hope's some one
  With a renegade foot that doubles!
  And a jolly lilt that he flings to the sun
  As he turns with the friendly laugh, "Come on!
  We'll soon be out of the troubles,
    My heart!
  We'll soon be out of the troubles!"