Go to sleep my little tinker
Let all your troubles pass you by
For you have no place to camp now
Ah that's a tinkers lullaby.
Ever since you were a baby
Cradle in your mothers shawl
The site they said they didn't want you
And now you have no home at all.
When your mother died and left you
You had to fend all alone
All in this land of saints and scholars
And still you have not got a home.
Although your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is silvery grey
Some day you'll die and go to heaven
And you will find a camp down there.
Go to sleep my little tinker
Let all your troubles pass you by
For you have no place to camp now
Ah that's a tinkers lullaby.