The Last of the Travelling People [German translation]

Ah, me name, it is Paddy

I'm called Pecker Dunne,

My cry, "It is all for all, one for one".

I walk the roads but I never run,

I'm the last of the travellin' people.

With me banjo and fiddle

I honor the song,

I'll sing to all people who do me no wrong,

But if others despise me I'll just move along

And know I'll find friends in the mornin'.

Oh, the money is money and

friends they are friends,

I'm drinkin' with them

after all money ends.

But it isn't the money,

It's on them I depend,

when times and the gods are against me.

From Belfast to Wexford, from Clare to Tralee,

a town with a pub is a livin' for me.

I haven't a home, but by God I am free,

I'm the last of the travellin' people.

Oh, the road isn't easy but it's what I choose,

I'm not always a winner but I'll never lose.

I've the pride of me race and the last of the few,

and I live like my father taught me.

Now I'm on the road again, travellin' still,

Summer and winter, keep travellin' I will.

For the road it is long and I know it'll kill

the last of the travellin' people.