Ye Wearie Wayfarer, Hys Ballad – (In Eight Fyttes) By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Fytte I    By Wood and Wold    [A Preamble] �Beneath the greenwood bough.�    – W. Scott.     Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows,    Though laden with faint perfume,    �Tis the fragrance rare that the bushman knows,    The scent of the wattle bloom.    Two-thirds of our journey at least are done,    Old horse! let us take a spell    In the shade from the glare of…