| Oh I am a rovin' journeyman
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| I roam from town to town
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| And whenever I get a job of work
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| I’m willing to sit down
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| My kit’s all on my shoulder and
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| My graftin' tool in hand
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| And around the country I will go
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| A roving journeyman
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| Whenever I come tae Glasgow toon The lassies jump for joy
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| Says one unto the other
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| «Well, here comes a rovin' boy»
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| Some treat me to a bottle
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| And the others to a dram
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| And that toast goes round the table
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| «Health unto the journeyman!»
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| I hadn’a been in Glasgow toon
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| A week but rarely three
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| Before the provosts daughter
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| Went and fell in love with me
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| She asked me for to dine with her
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| And took me by the hand
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| And she proudly told her mother
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| That she loved the journeyman
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| Ach away ye go ye silly maid!
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| I’ll hear you speak nae more
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| How can you love a journeymen
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| You’ve never seen before?
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| Mother sweet I do entreat
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| I love him all I can
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| And around the country I will go
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| To see my journeyman
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| Wi' yer lintern addie, toorin addie linten addie tooran linten addie tooral
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| linten addie aye
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| Pots and pans and helping hands will see you through day
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| Linten addie tooral ooral ooral addie aye
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| Gie a penny to the journeyman
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| To help him on his way
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| You need nae more tae trudge on foot
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| You’ll hae a horse and pair
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| My wealth with thee and poverty
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| Contented I will share
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| So overflow the flowing bowl
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| And drain it if you can
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| Toast the provosts daughter and
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| The rovin' journeymen!
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| I am a roving journeymen
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| I roam from town to town
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| Whenever I get a job of work
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| I’m willing to sit down
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| My kit’s all on my shoulder and
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| My grafting tool in hand
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| Around the country I will go
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| A roving journeyman!
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| Wi' yer lintern addie, toorin addie linten addie tooran linten addie tooral
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| linten addie aye
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| Pots and pans and helping hands will see you through day
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| Linten addie tooral ooral ooral addie aye
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| Gie a penny to the journeyman
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| To help him on his way
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| I’ve been a wild rover
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| For many a year
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| And I spent all my money
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| On whiskey and beer
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| Now I’m returning
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| With gold in great store
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| And I swear I will play
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| The wild rover no more
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| I am a rovin' journeyman
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| I roam from town to town
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| And whenever I get a job of work
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| I’m willing to sit down
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| My kit’s all on my shoulder and
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| My graftin' tool in hand
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| And around the country I will go
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| A roving journeyman
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| Rovin' journeyman
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| Rovin' journeyman
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| Rovin' journeyman
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| Rovin' journeyman
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| I took from my pocket
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| A handful of gold
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| And on the round table
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| It glittered and rolled
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| I asked him for whiskey
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| And beer of the best
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| But I told you before
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| It was only in jest!
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| Around the country I will go
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| A rovin' journeyman! |