Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tramps & Hawkers, artist - Battlefield Band.
Date of issue: 09.11.2008
Song language: English
Tramps & Hawkers |
I dreamed a dream the other nicht, a dream a' long ago |
I saw ya in o' the travelin' folk, along the open road. |
His step was light, his head held high tae catch the scent o' spring |
And his voice rang round the country side as he begain to sing… |
O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads ye gaitherers o' bla' |
That tramp the country roun' and roun', come listen youn' an' a' |
I’ll tell tae you a rovin' tale, o' sights that I hae seen |
Far off intae the snowy north, an' sooth by Gretna Green. |
I’ve traveled roun' the Lothian lan’s, I seen the rushing Spey |
I’ve been by Crieff and Calander an' by the shores o' Loch Tay |
I’ve watched the rain on the border hills, the mist in northern glens |
And I’ve bedded down beneath the moon, in corries naebedy kens |
And I’m often down by Gallowa', an' roun' about Stranraer |
My business takes me anywhere, sure I travel near an' far |
For I’ve a rovin' in the blood, and there’s nothing I will lack |
As long as I’ve my daily fare, and a claethes upon my back. |
I’m happy in the summer-time beneath the bright blue sky |
Naer thinkin' in the mornin' at nicht where I’ve to lie |
Barn or byre or aunywhere, or aut amang the hay |
And if the weather does permit, I’m happy every day. |
I think I’ll go tae Paddy’s Lan', I’m makin' up my mind |
For Scotland’s greatly altered noo, I canna raise the wind |
And I will trust in Providence, if Providence proves true |
And I’ll sing of Erin’s Isle when I return to you. |
Come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads ye gaitherers o' bla' |
That tramp the country roun' and roun', come listen youn' an' a' |
I’ll tell tae you a rovin' tale, o' sights that I hae seen |
Far off intae the snowy north, an' sooth by Gretna Green. |
When I’d awoken from my dream, the dawn song had begun. |
The birds sang out their old old songs to great the rising sun. |
I lay among the shadows, and thought of days long gone. |
And those wanderin tramps and hawker lads, who’s days are surely done. |