Tramps and Hawkers Songtext
von Bert Jansch
Tramps and Hawkers Songtext
O come a′ ye tramps and hawker-lads an' gaitherers o′ bla'
That tramp the country roun' and roun′, come listen one and a′
I'll tell tae ye a rovin′ tale, an' places I hae been
Far up into the snowy north, or sooth by Gretna Green
I′ve seen the high Ben Nevis that gangs towerin' tae the moon
I′ve been roun' by Crieff an' Callander an′ by Bonny Doon
I′ve been by Nethy's silvery tide an′ places ill tae ken
Far up into the stormy north lies Urquart's fairy glen
I′m happy in the summer-time beneath the dark blue sky
Nae thinkin' in the mornin′ at nicht where I'm gang to lie
Bothies or byres or barns, or oot amangst the hay
And if the weather does permit, I'm happy a′ the day
Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond, they′ve oft been seen by me
The Dee, the Don, the Devron, that a' flows tae the sea
Dunrobin Castle, by the way, I nearly had forgot
And the reckless stanes o′cairn that mairks the hoose o' John o′ Groat
Now I think I'll gang tae Paddy′s Lan', I'm makin′ up my mind
For Scotland′s greatly altered no, 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
That tramp the country roun' and roun′, come listen one and a′
I'll tell tae ye a rovin′ tale, an' places I hae been
Far up into the snowy north, or sooth by Gretna Green
I′ve seen the high Ben Nevis that gangs towerin' tae the moon
I′ve been roun' by Crieff an' Callander an′ by Bonny Doon
I′ve been by Nethy's silvery tide an′ places ill tae ken
Far up into the stormy north lies Urquart's fairy glen
I′m happy in the summer-time beneath the dark blue sky
Nae thinkin' in the mornin′ at nicht where I'm gang to lie
Bothies or byres or barns, or oot amangst the hay
And if the weather does permit, I'm happy a′ the day
Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond, they′ve oft been seen by me
The Dee, the Don, the Devron, that a' flows tae the sea
Dunrobin Castle, by the way, I nearly had forgot
And the reckless stanes o′cairn that mairks the hoose o' John o′ Groat
Now I think I'll gang tae Paddy′s Lan', I'm makin′ up my mind
For Scotland′s greatly altered no, 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
Writer(s): Traditional, Herbert Jansch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com