.I'm a freeborn man of the travelin' people;
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered.
Country lanes and byways were always my ways;
I've never fancied bein' longer.
Oh, we knew the woods and the restin' places;
And the small birds sang when winter days were over.
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