human
The road, the road, the turnpike road, The hard, the brown, the smooth, the broad, Without a mark, without a bend, Horses 'gainst horses on it contend. Men laugh at the gates, they bilk the tolls, Or stop and pay like honest souls. I'm on the road, I'm on the road, I'm never so blithe as when abroad With the hills above and the vales below, And merry wheresoe'er I go. If the Opposition appear in sight, What matter, what matter, we'll set that all right.