Com all ye tramps an the hawkers lads
An gaitherers o blaw
That tramps the contrie rownd an rownd
Com lissen an an a'
A'll tell tae ye a rovin tale
O sites that A hae seen
It's far intae the snawy north
An sooth bi Greetna Green
Aft tyms A've laufd intae mysel'
When A trudged on the road
My tor rags rownd my blister't feet
My face as brown as toad's
Wi lums o cake an tattie scons
Wi whangs o braxie ham
No gien the thocht frae whaur A've com
An lest frae whaur A'm gaun
A've don my share o humpin wi
The dockers on the Clyde
I've helped in Buckie trawlers haul
The herrin o'er the side
A help tae build
The Michty Bridge
That spans the busy Forth
An wi mony an Angus fairmer's trig
A've plooed the bonnie earth
A'm happy in the summertime
Beneath the bricht blue sky
No thinkin in the mornin whaur
At nicht A'll hae tae lie
In barn or byre or anywhaur
Dossin oot amang the hay
An if the weather treats me richt
A'm happy every day.
