Read I. — The Vagabond of Songs of Travel and other verses, free online book, by Robert Louis Stevenson, on ReadCentral.com.

(To an air of Schubert)

   Give to me the life I love,
      Let the lave go by me,
   Give the jolly heaven above
      And the byway nigh me. 
   Bed in the bush with stars to see,
      Bread I dip in the river ­
   There’s the life for a man like me,
      There’s the life for ever.

   Let the blow fall soon or late,
      Let what will be o’er me;
   Give the face of earth around
      And the road before me. 
   Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
      Nor a friend to know me;
   All I seek, the heaven above
      And the road below me.

   Or let autumn fall on me
      Where afield I linger,
   Silencing the bird on tree,
      Biting the blue finger. 
   White as meal the frosty field ­
      Warm the fireside haven ­
   Not to autumn will I yield,
      Not to winter even!

   Let the blow fall soon or late,
      Let what will be o’er me;
   Give the face of earth around,
      And the road before me. 
   Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
      Nor a friend to know me;
   All I ask, the heaven above
      And the road below me.