Classic Poem

It's — Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one
With a vagabond foot that follows!
And a cheer-up hand that he claps upon
Your arm with the hearty words, " Come on!
We'll soon be out of the hollows,
My heart!
We'll soon be out of the hollows. "

It's — Oh, for the songs, where the hope's some one
With a renegade foot that doubles!
And a jolly lilt that he flings to the sun
As he turns with the friendly laugh, " Come on!
We'll soon be out of the troubles,
My heart!
We'll soon be out of the troubles! "