(他说)。散步，散步，哦，散步的乐趣!昂首阔步地走在黄褐色的小路上;跨过青翠的小山，穿过石南丛，嗖嗖地穿过棕色树叶堆积的林地;惊叹于所有的事物——风车欢快地转动着，供苹果酒压榨的苹果，红宝石色和金色;兔子的尾巴闪烁着，鲜红的浆果燃烧着，一群鹅在清冷的天空中高飞，小窗户里的光，田野和犁沟都暗了下来;回家了，饿得像只鹰;在花园里吹着口哨，红润的脸颊，闪闪发光，哦，但我走着走着，走着，走着是快乐的!(她说)。散步，散步，哦，散步的诅咒! Slouching round the grim square, shuffling up the street, Slinking down the by-way, all my graces hawking, Offering my body to each man I meet. Peering in the gin-shop where the lads are drinking, Trying to look gay-like, crazy with the blues; Halting in a doorway, shuddering and shrinking (Oh, my draggled feather and my thin, wet shoes). Here's a drunken drover: "Hullo, there, old dearie!" No, he only curses, can't be got to talk. . . . On and on till daylight, famished, wet and weary, God in Heaven help me as I walk, walk, walk!