The Wanderer's Song On Macclesfield Forest, 1828. Poem by Samuel Bamford

Where is now my home, my home?
Where is now my home?
'Tis nowhere, and 'tis everywhere,
As o'er the world I roam.
'Tis on the cold and cloudy hill
'Tis in the noiseless dell;
A reckless wight for once may sleep
In either place full well.

I care not who's my company,
Or be they high or low;
If they be rough, why I am rough,
If they be smooth, I'm so.
I take my bed where'er 'tis spread,
In country or in town;
Though I love to be at the hostelrie,
When night comes stealing down.