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Haunting, taunting, that is the spell of it;<br>Mocking, baulking, that is the hell of it;<br>But I'll shoulder my pack in the morning, boys,<br>And I'm going because I must;<br>For it's so-long to all<br>When you answer the call<br>Of the Wan-der-lust.<br><br>Wild heart, child heart, all of the world your home.<br>Glad heart, mad heart, what can you do but roam?<br>Oh, I'll beat it once more in the morning, boys,<br>With a pinch of tea and a crust;<br>For you cannot deny<br>When you hark to the cry<br>Of the Wan-der-lust.<br><br>Grim land, dim land, oh, how the vastness calls!<br>Far land, star land, oh, how the stillness falls!<br>For you never can tell if it's heaven or hell,<br>And I'm taking the trail on trust;<br>But I haven't a doubt<br>That my soul will leap out<br>On its Wan-der-lust.
