Tramps and Hawkers

Come all ye tramps and hawker-lads an' gaitherers o' bla' That tramp the country roun' and roun', come listen aine and a' I'll tell to you a roving tale, off places I have been Far up into the snowy north, or sooth by Gretna Green. Oftimes I've laughed unto myself When trudgin' on the road My tore rags round my blistered feet My face as brown as a toad's Wi' lums o' cake an' tattie scones Wi' whangs o' braxy ham No giein a thought frae whaur I come An' less tae whaur I'm gang I've done my share o' humpin' wi' The dockers o' the Clyde I've helped in Buckie trawlers haul The herrin' o'er the side I helped to build the michty bridge That spans the busy Forth And wi' mony an Angus fairmer's trick I plooed the bony earth I'm happy in the summertime Beneath the bright blue sky No thinkin' in the mornin' Where at night I'll hae to lie In barn or byre or anywhere Dossin' out among the hay And if the weather treats me right I'm happy every day I've been by bonny Gallowa', an' often roun' Stranraer My business leads me anywhere, I travel near an' far I've got that rovin' notion I wouldna like tae loss For It's my daily fare an' as much'll pay my doss. I think I'll gang tae Paddy's Lan', I'm makin' up my mind For Scotland's greatly altered noo, I canna raise the wind But if I can trust in Providence, if Providence should prove true I'll sing ye's a' of Erin's Isle when I come back to you.