Tramps an Hawkers
Com all ye tramps an the hawkers ladsAn gaitherers o blawThat tramps the contrie rownd an rowndCom lissen an an a'
A'll tell tae ye a rovin taleO sites that A hae seenIt's far intae the snawy northAn sooth bi Greetna Green
Aft tyms A've laufd intae mysel'When A trudged on the roadMy tor rags rownd my blister't feetMy face as brown as toad'sWi lums o cake an tattie sconsWi whangs o braxie* ham
No gien the thocht frae whaur A've comAn lest frae whaur A'm gaunA've don my share o humpin wiThe dockers on the Clyde
I've helped in Buckie trawlers haulThe herrin o'er the sideA help tae buildThe Michty Bridge**That spans the busy Forth
An wi mony an Angus fairmer's trig***A've plooed the bonnie earthA'm happy in the summertimeBeneath the bricht blue sky
No thinkin in the mornin whaurAt nicht A'll hae tae lieIn barn or byre or anywhaurDossin oot amang the hayAn if the weather treats me richtA'm happy every day.