O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads an' gaitherers o' bla' That tramp the country roun' and roun', come listen one and a' I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale, an' places I hae been Far up into the snowy north, or sooth by Gretna Green
I've seen the high Ben Nevis that gangs towerin' tae the moon I've been roun' by Crieff an' Callander an' by Bonny Doon I've been by Nethy's silvery tide an' places ill tae ken Far up into the stormy north lies Urquart's fairy glen
I'm happy in the summer-time beneath the dark blue sky Nae thinkin' in the mornin' at nicht where I'm gang to lie Bothies or byres or barns, or oot amangst the hay And if the weather does permit, I'm happy a' the day
Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond, they've oft been seen by me The Dee, the Don, the Devron, that a' flows tae the sea Dunrobin Castle, by the way, I nearly had forgot And the reckless stanes o'cairn that mairks the hoose o' John o' Groat
Now I think I'll gang tae Paddy's Lan', I'm makin' up my mind For Scotland's greatly altered no, I canna raise the wind But if I can trust in Providence, if Providence should prove true I'll sing ye's a' of Erin's Isle when I come back to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
