Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894). A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913.
II. A Song of the Road
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And aye the gauger played the flute;
And what should Master Gauger play
But Over the hills and far away?
And foot it gaily in the track,
O pleasant gauger, long since dead,
I hear you fluting on ahead.
The self-same air for me you play;
For I do think and so do you
It is the tune to travel to.
To go to this or t’other place?
There’s nothing under heav’n so blue
That’s fairly worth the travelling to.
And people walk with zeal therein;
But wheresoe’r the highways tend,
Be sure there’s nothing at the end.
The travelling mountains of the sky.
Or let the streams in civil mode
Direct your choice upon a road;
Will lead you where you wish to go;
And one and all go night and day
Over the hills and far away!