You have heard that mildewed story,
That tradition horned and hoary,
That it wearies one to roam,
Past a doubt;
That one vainly on vacation
Tries to find recuperation,
Till he hunts his happy home
Tuckered out.
That abroad there is no comfort,
That a man must journey home for 't—
You have heard that whiskered wheeze,
Have you not?
'Tis a commonplace to cavil
At the "luxuries of travel,"
For in travel lack of ease
Is your lot.
You have heard that gag historic;
It was often sprung by Yorick;
It's as old as Noah's ark
And its crew.
It's the commonest (at basis)
Of all common commonplaces;—
So I merely would remark
That—it's true.