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ADDRESSED TO CERTAIN FRIENDLY TRAMPS	A
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I	-
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The wind is East the wind is West	B
Blows in and out of haven	C
The wind that blows is the wind that's best	B
And croak my jolly raven	C
If here awhile we jigged and laughed	D
The like we will do yonder	E
For he's the man who masters a craft	D
And light as a lord can wander	E
So foot the measure Roving Tim	F
And croak my jolly raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C
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II	-
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You live in rows of snug abodes	A
With gold maybe for counting	G
And mine's the beck of the rainy roads	A
Against the sun a mounting	G
I take the day as it behaves	A
Nor shiver when 'tis airy	H
But comes a breeze all you are on waves	A
Sick chickens o' Mother Carey	H
So now for next cries Roving Tim	F
And croak my jolly raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C
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III	-
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Sweet lass you screw a lovely leer	H
To make a man consider	H
If you were up with the auctioneer	H
I'd be a handsome bidder	H
But wedlock clips the rover's wing	G
She tricks him fly to spider	H
And when we get to fights in the Ring	G
It's trumps when you play outsider	H
So wrench and split cries Roving Tim	F
And croak my jolly raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C
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IV	-
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Along my winding way I know	I
A shady dell that's winking	G
The very corner for Self and Co	I
To do a world of thinking	G
And shall I this and shall I that	J
Till Nature answers ne'ther	H
Strike match and light your pipe in your hat	J
Rejoicing in sound shoe leather	H
So lead along cries Roving Tim	F
And croak my jolly raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C
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V	-
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A cunning hand 'll hand you bread	K
With freedom for your capers	A
I'm not so sure of a cunning head	K
It steers to pits or vapours	A
But as for Life we'll bear in sight	L
The lesson Nature teaches	A
Regard it in a sailoring light	L
And treat it like thirsty leeches	A
So fly your jib cries Roving Tim	F
And top your boom old raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C
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VI	-
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She'll take to please her dame and dad	M
The shopman nicely shaven	C
She'll learn to think o' the marching lad	M
When perchers show they're craven	C
You say the shopman piles a heap	N
While I perhaps am fasting	G
And bless your wits it haunts him in sleep	N
His tin kettle chance of lasting	G
So hail the road cries Roving Tim	F
And hail the rain old raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C
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VII	-
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He's half a wife yon pecker bill	O
A book and likewise preacher	H
With any soul in a game of skill	O
He'll prove your over reacher	H
The reason is his brains are bent	P
On doing things right single	Q
You'd wish for them when pitching your tent	P
At night in a whirly dingle	Q
So off we go cries Roving Tim	F
And on we go old raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C
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VIII	-
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Lord no man's lot is not for bliss	A
To call it woe is blindness	A
It'll here a kick and it's there a kiss	A
And here and there a kindness	A
He starts a hare and calls her joy	R
He runs her down to sorrow	H
The dogs within him bother the boy	R
But 'tis a new day to morrow	H
So I at helm cries Roving Tim	F
And you at bow old raven	C
The wind according to its whim	F
Is in and out of haven	C

George Meredith

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