Luke Kelly
Tramps and Hawkers
Oh come all ye tramps and hawker lads and gatherers oblawThat tramps the country round and round come listen ane and allI'll tell to ye a rovin' tale of sights that I have seenIt's far intae the snowy north and south by Gretna GreenOftimes I've laughed untae mysel' when trudgin' on the roadMy toerags round my blistered feet, my face as broon 's a toadWi' lumps o' cake and tattie scones, wi' whangs o' braxie hamNae gi'en a thought frae where I've been an' less tae whaur I'm ganI've done my share o' humpin' wi' the dockers on the ClydeI've helpit Buckie trawlers haul their herrin's o'er the sideI've helped tae build them michty bridge that spans the busy ForthWi' money an Angus farmer`s trig, I've ploo'ed the bonnie earthI'm happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue skyNo thinkin' in the mornin' whaur at nicht I'll hae tae lieIn barn or byre or anywhere, dossin' oot among the hayAn' if the weather treats me right I'm happy every day
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