More Songs From Vagabondia by Bliss Carman;Richard Hovey
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Three of us without a care In the red September Tramping down the roads of Maine, Making merry with the rain, With the fellow winds a-fare Where the winds remember. Three of us with shocking hats, Tattered and unbarbered, Happy with the splash of mud, With the highways in our blood, Bearing down on Deacon Platt's Where last year we harbored. We've come down from Kennebec, Tramping since last Sunday, Loping down the coast of Maine, With the sea for a refrain, And the maples neck and neck All the way to Fundy. Sometimes lodging in an inn, Cosey as a dormouse-- Sometimes sleeping on a knoll With no rooftree but the Pole-- Sometimes halely welcomed in At an old-time farmhouse. |
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