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A SONG OF THE ROAD

gauger walked with willing foot,

And aye the gauger played the flute;

And what should Master Gauger play

But Over the hills and far away?

Whene'er I buckle on my pack

And foot it gaily in the track,

O pleasant gauger, long since dead,

I hear you fluting on ahead.

You go with me the self-same way—

The self-same air for me you play;

For I do think and so do you

It is the tune to travel to.