A Happy Hobo

I am a hobo though and through,

     I love the life I live;

You see I take day after day,

     An’ never haft er give.

I see the country round and round,

     I don’t pay any fare;

N’ they ain’t no happier lot o’ chaps,

     Then what we fellows air.

I worry not about me job,

     An’ money cares I’ve none;

Ambition doesn’t rack me brain,

     Me work is always done.

An' so I an’ tramp an’ tramp,

     An’ hum me little song;

An' never fret, an’ keep good hours

     Ter keep me well an’ strong.

I wants nobody’s symperthy,

     I have no story sad;

Nobody wronged me in the Past,

     An’ drove me tramping mad;

I’m jest a hobo, thet is all,

     A harmless, happy jay;

This extra bite I’ll take along –

     God bless you all, good day.

Aug. 16, ‘96

B. Courier,

Jan. 31, ‘97