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