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THE 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.
For who would gravely set his face / To go to this or t'other place? / There's nothing under Heav'n so blue / That's fairly worth the travelling to.
On every hand the roads begin, / And people walk with zeal therein; / But wheresoe'er the highways tend, / Be sure there's nothing at the end.
Then follow you, wherever hie / The travelling mountains of the sky.
Or let the streams in civil mode / Direct your choice upon a road;
For one and all, or high or low, / Will lead you where you wish to go; / And one and all go night and day / _Over the hills and far away_!
_Forest of Montargis_, 1878.