The following verse is from Rhymes of a Lyrics of a Low Brow, published 1951.
Bindle Stiff
by Robert W. Service
When I was a brash and gallant-gay
Just 50 years ago,
I hit the ties and beat my way
From Maine to Mexico;
For Though a Glasgow gutter bred
A hobo heart had I,
And followed where adventure led,
Beneath the brazen sky.
As I tramped the railway track
I owned a single shirt;
Like canny Scot I bought it black
So's not to show the dirt;
A handkerchief held all my gear,
My razor and my comb;
I was a feckless lad I fear,
With all the world for home.
Yet oh I thought the life was grand
And loved my liberty!
Romance was my bed-fellow and
The stars my company.
And I would think, each diamond dawn,
"How I have forged my fate!
Where are the Gorbals and the Tron
And where the Gallowgate?"
Oh daft was I to wander Wild, And seed the Trouble Trail,
As weakly as a wayward child,
And darkly doomed to fail . . .
Aye bindle-stiff I hit the track
Just fifty years ago . . .
Yet now . . . I drive my Cadillac
From Maine to Mexico.
Right- Sante Fe Jack and Bugs. Sante Fe handles the sales for many of the hobo musicians and poets. Bugs prefers the hopping a freight to hitchhiking. She travels the road with a canine companion.
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