Where be ye traipsin', Johnny R.,
Who holds the heart that I long for
When wakes the morn, or sleeps today,
What yen lures ye, so far away?
Wild adventure ye run after,
The cup, a yarn, youthful laughter
Liftin' the pall of empty heads
Ready to share warm doxie beds.
Too proud to wait, ye ramblin' man,
Much more to give, while hand in hand
Facing as one life's anxious days,
Winning me heart be he who stays.
--Don Juan de Feu
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