Tramps and Hawkers

Oh, come all ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blaw
That tramps this country round and round, come listen ane and a'
I'll tell to ye a rovin' tale o' sights that I hae seen
It's far intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna Green

Oft times I've laughed intae myself when trudgin' on the road
My toerags around my blistered feet, my face as brown's a toad's
Wi' lumps o' cake and tattie scones, wi' whangs of Braxy Ham
No gi'en a thought frae where I've come an' less tae where I'm go'n'

I've done my share of humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde
I've helped the Buckie trawlers pu' the herrin' o'er the side
I've helped to build the michty bridge that spans the busy Forth
And wi' money Angus farmer's trig I've plooed the bonny earth

I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bright blue sky
No thinkin' in the mornin' where at night I'll hae to lie
In barn or byre or anywhere, dossin' out among the hay
And if the weather treats me right, I'm happy every day