Journeyman Songtext

Says one unto the other
"Well, here comes a rovin' boy"
Some treat me to a bottle
And the others to a dram
And that toast goes round the table
"Health unto the journeyman!"

I hadn'a been in Glasgow toon
A week but rarely three
Before the provosts daughter
Went and fell in love with me
She asked me for to dine with her
And took me by the hand
And she proudly told her mother
That she loved the journeyman

Ach away ye go ye silly maid!
I'll hear you speak nae more
How can you love a journeymen
You've never seen before? Mother sweet I do entreat
I love him all I can
And around the country I will go
To see my journeyman

Wi' yer lintern addie, toorin addie linten addie tooran linten addie tooral linten addie aye
Pots and pans and helping hands will see you through day
Linten addie tooral ooral ooral addie aye
Gie a penny to the journeyman
To help him on his way

You need nae more tae trudge on foot
You'll hae a horse and pair
My wealth with thee and poverty
Contented I will share
So overflow the flowing bowl
And drain it if you can
Toast the provosts daughter and
The rovin' journeymen!

I am a roving journeymen
I roam from town to town
Whenever I get a job of work
I'm willing to sit down
My kit's all on my shoulder and
My grafting tool in hand
Around the country I will go
A roving journeyman!

Wi' yer lintern addie, toorin addie linten addie tooran linten addie tooral linten addie aye
Pots and pans and helping hands will see you through day
Linten addie tooral ooral ooral addie aye
Gie a penny to the journeyman
To help him on his way

I've been a wild rover
For many a year
And I spent all my money
On whiskey and beer

Now I'm returning
With gold in great store
And I swear I will play
The wild rover no more

I am a rovin' journeyman
I roam from town to town
And whenever I get a job of work
I'm willing to sit down
My kit's all on my shoulder and
My graftin' tool in hand
And around the country I will go
A roving journeyman

Rovin' journeyman
Rovin' journeyman
Rovin' journeyman
Rovin' journeyman

I took from my pocket
A handful of gold
And on the round table
It glittered and rolled

I asked him for whiskey
And beer of the best
But I told you before
It was only in jest!

Around the country I will go
A rovin' journeyman!