Tramps and Hawkers
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O come a� ye tramps and hawker-lads an� gaitherers o� bla�
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That tramp the country roun� and roun�, come listen one and a�
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I�ll tell tae ye a rovin� tale, an� places I hae been
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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
Sometimes noo I laugh tae mysel� when dodgin� alang the road
Wi� a bag o� meal slung upon my back, my face as broun�s a toad
Wi� lumps o�cheese and tattie-scones or breid an� braxie ham
Nae thinking whar� I�m comin� frae nor thinkin� whar I�m gang.
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.
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� song of Erin�s Isle when I come back to you.
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