American Old Time Song Lyrics: 10 The Poor Old Tramp
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 10
THE POOR OLD TRAMP.
Oh. I tramp, tramp along, tho' I'm weary,
No rest through the long dreary day;
Through the rain and the snow, I must tramp to and fro,
There is no place of shelter for me.
Chorus.
Only a poor old wanderer,
No place to call my home;
No one to pity me, no one to cheer,
As friendless and sadly I roam.
Oh, I long for a place by the fireside,
For the night's bitter cold, dark and damp;
Vacant places I see, but there's no place for me,
Because I'm a poor old tramp.-Chorus.
Ah; once I was peaceful and happy,
Had true loving friends ever near;
But now they are gone and I'm left alone,
With no one my pathway to cheer.-Chorus.