The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp by W.H. Davies
However, the fine chaps at Parthian Books, along with some sterling fellows at The Welsh Books Council, have done something of which I can say makes me proud to be linked, even by the chance serendipity of birth, to the land which produced poet, wanderer and super tramp, W.H. Davies. This endeavour is called the Library of Wales. I'll let you visit the website to find out more, but I can assure you that it is worth your while. But the point of all this introductory spiel is that they have re-published, in this instance in e-book form, the autobiography of the aforementioned vagrant. And I've gone and read it!
You may be familiar, thanks to a TV campaign of some considerable inanity for so-called adventure holidays in the UK, with some of Davies' poetry, although you will probably not know it. Take a look at this:
Not quite as entertaining and the PoetryReincarnations version that I had embedded but rights free if nothing else.
|"I was born thirty-five years ago,|
in a public house..."