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I have no job, I have no wife,
Yet still I have the best of life,
No bills to pay, no car to run
As I go walking in the sun.

I’ve never saved for rainy days
And when they come I always say,
‘Well, this will wash my dusty clothes’,
As down the winding road I go.

And every year on Christmas morn,
You’ll find me back where I was born,
In the big red barn by the bishop’s gate,
Snuggled up in the hay, happy with my fate.

03. Vagabondiana
(Heikkilä-McGowan) This was born strangely. I started to play my old pc keyboard and couldn't get the echo sound off no matter what. But the sound was not so bad so I started to record some chords. Not knowing where shall it take me. Later in a few days when Davy had sent this poem to me I started to wonder if they could match. Odd outcome but different - in BMB style? --Jore Odd is good! Sounds like Jore did just fine. --Davy