Tramps And Hawkers - The Dubliners

Oh come all ye tramps and hawker lads

And gatherers oblaw

That tramps the country round and round

Come listen ane and all

I'll tell to ye a roving tale of sights

That I have seen

It's far intae the snowy north

And south by gretna green

Oftimes I've laughed untae myselg

When trudging on the road

My toerags round my blistered feet my face

As broon 's a toad

Wig lumps og cake and tattie scones wig

Whangs og braxie ham

Nae gi'en a thought frae where

I've been ang less tae whaur I'm gan

I've done my share og humping wig

The dockers on the clyde

I've helpit buckie trawlers haul

Their herrin's over the side

I've helped tae build them michty

Bridge that spans the busy forth

Wig money an angus farmer's trig

I've ploo'ed the bonnie earth

I'm happy in the summer time

Beneath the bricht blue sky

No thinking in the morning

Whaur at nicht I'll hae tae lie

In barn or byre or anywhere

Dossing oot among the hay

Ang if the weather treats me

Right I'm happy every day