The Dubliners - Tramps an Hawkers

Com all ye tramps an the hawkers lads

An gaitherers o blaw

That tramps the contrie rownd an rownd

Com lissen an an a'

A'll tell tae ye a rovin tale

O sites that A hae seen

It's far intae the snawy north

An sooth bi Greetna Green

Aft tyms A've laufd intae mysel'

When A trudged on the road

My tor rags rownd my blister't feet

My face as brown as toad's

Wi lums o cake an tattie scons

Wi whangs o braxie* ham

No gien the thocht frae whaur A've com

An lest frae whaur A'm gaun

A've don my share o humpin wi

The dockers on the Clyde

I've helped in Buckie trawlers haul

The herrin o'er the side

A help tae build

The Michty Bridge**

That spans the busy Forth

An wi mony an Angus fairmer's trig***

A've plooed the bonnie earth

A'm happy in the summertime

Beneath the bricht blue sky

No thinkin in the mornin whaur

At nicht A'll hae tae lie

In barn or byre or anywhaur

Dossin oot amang the hay

An if the weather treats me richt

A'm happy every day.