I don't think Davies' Leisure is 'doggerel' - in a sort of lecture-recital folk evening I once did in my wife's Cambridge women's college in aid of their Building Fund, I got a smile & nod from the [English-specialist] senior tutor when I said that one of the virtues of folksong is how often it can teeter on the very brink of doggerel without ever quite tumbling in — a knack which W H Davies, in this poem & elsewhere ['A rainbow and a cuckoo's song May never come together again - May never come This side the tomb'] to a considerable degree shares, to my mind.

His 'Autobiography of a Supertramp' is well worth reading - had an odd, violent life: judicially birched a dozen strokes at the age of 12 for organising what we would now call a gang of juvenile muggers; lost a foot riding the freight wagons in USA in his 30s...