Songtext Tramps and hawkers von Paddy Schmidt

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Tramps and hawkers

O come a´ ye tramps and hawker-lads an´ gaitherers o´ bla´
That tramp the country roun´ and roun´, come listen one and a´
I´ll tell tae ye a rovin´ tale, an´ places I hae been
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´ of Erin´s Isle when I come back to you

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O come a´ ye tramps and hawker-lads an´ gaitherers o´ bla´ 
 That tramp the country roun´ and roun´, come listen one and a´ 
 I´ll tell tae ye a rovin´ tale, an´ places I hae been 
 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´ of Erin´s Isle when I come back to you