The Vagabond ��� �������

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; ������ ����� o'er �� �
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; ������ ����� o'er �� �
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. ����� ��� �� ������.

– Robert Louis Stevenson -- ����� ���� ��������