AN OLD SONG
Reading edition
It's Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one With a vagabond foot that follows! And a cheer-up hand that he claps upon Your arm with the hearty words, "Come on! We'll soon be out of the hollows, My heart! We'll soon be out of the hollows!" It's Oh, for the songs, where the hope's some one With a renegade foot that doubles! And a kindly look that he turns upon Your face with the friendly laugh, "Come on! We'll soon be out of the troubles, My heart! We'll soon be out of the troubles!"