THE SONG OF THE TRAVELLER'S JOY

THE SONG OF THE TRAVELLER'S JOY FAIRY 

Traveller, traveller, tramping by 

To the seaport town where the big ships lie, 

See, I have built a shady bower 

To shelter you from the sun or shower. 

Rest for a bit, then on, my boy! 

Luck go with you, and Traveller's Joy! 

Traveller, traveller, tramping home 

From foreign places beyond the foam, 

See, I have hung out a white festoon 

To greet the lad with the dusty shoon. 

Somewhere a lass looks out for a boy: 

Luck be with you, and Traveller's Joy! 

(Traveller's joy is Wild Clematis; and when the flowers are over, 

it becomes a mass of silky fluff, and then we call it Old-Man's-Beard.)