The Rhyme of an Earnest Tramper

Tramp, tramp,
What if you've got the cramp?
What if your heel's begun to peel and your nerves are on the ramp?
The peace of the dusk is round us and we'll soon make camp.
So tramp, tramp, tramp.

You of the huddled houses, who've never humped a load,
What do you know of the free life and the fine of the winding road,
Of the pain and the joy undreamed of in our weariness and scars,
And the fresh tang of the dawn-wind, and the friendship of the stars?

The rains may fall and the storms come and the suns blaze down,
Its all the same to our Brotherhood of the Lean and Fit and Brown.
O this is the life for a free man to prove his spirit's worth
In the grim peaks and the silences of the wise old earth.

What if the world declares we're mad?
Its a saying the world has always had
For those who escape its toils:
We carry peace in our bulging pack,
And laughter races us up the track
To the place where the billy boils.
So,
Tramp, tramp,
What if your blanket's damp?
What if the track is inky black and the moon's not raised her lamp?
The rain's stopped and the wind's dropped and we'll soon make camp,
So tramp, tramp, tramp.