  Fair is the light on the castle wall— (Heigh-ho, for the road!) Merry the wassail in hearth-warm hall— (Blither the call of the road!) When the moonlight silvers the sleeping plain, And the wind is calling to heart and brain, And the blood beats quick and the soul is fain— Ah, follow the open road! Low croons the mother while children sleep— (Heigh-ho, for the road!) And firelight shadows are warm and deep— (Dearer the call of the road!) Where the red fox runs and the merlin sings, And the hedge is alive with the whir of wings, And the wise earth whispers of nameless things— Ah, follow the open road! Safe is the nook we have made our own— (Heigh-ho, for the road!) Dear the comrades our hearts have known— (Hark to the call of the road!) Trumpets are calling and torches flare, And a man must do, and a man must dare,— Whether to victory or despair,— Come, follow the open road!
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