I had never heard or heard of "Wohlauf, ihr Wandersleut" until coming across it in Lieder, Songs und Gospels 3
. This is a Moravian folksong about the joys of walking or wandering, as the Germans express it. Being a lazy so-and-so myself, and an ex-serviceman who has had his share of barrack and mess life to boot, I can in no way identify myself with the song's sentiments. For example, in the last verse, the singer extols the virtues of sleeping in straw and hay. "Rubbish! Codswallop!", say I, "Give me a five-star hotel any day!".