Oh come all ye tramps
and hawker lads and gatherers oblaw
That tramps the country round
and round come listen ane and all
I`ll tell to ye a rovin` tale of sights
that I have seen
It`s far intae the snowy north
and south by Gretna Green
Oftimes I`ve laughed untae mysel`
when trudgin` on the road
My toerags round my blistered feet
my face as broon `s a toad
Wi` lumps o` cake and tattie scones
wi` whangs o` braxie ham
Nae gi`en a thought frae where I`ve been
an` less tae whaur I`m gan
I`ve done my share o` humpin`
wi` the dockers on the Clyde
I`ve helpit Buckie trawlers haul
their herrin`s o`er the side
I`ve helped tae build them michty bridge
that spans the busy Forth
Wi` money an Angus farmer`s trig
I`ve ploo`ed the bonnie earth
I`m happy in the summer time
beneath the bricht blue sky
No thinkin` in the mornin`
whaur at nicht I`ll hae tae lie
In barn or byre or anywhere
dossin` oot among the hay
An` if the weather treats me
right I`m happy every day
Oh come all ye tramps
and hawker lads and gatherers oblaw
That tramps the country round
and round come listen ane and all
I`ll tell to ye a rovin` tale of sights
that I have seen