Chorus: Come, a′ ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blaw That tramps this country roun′ and roun', come listen ane and a' I′ll tell tae ye a rovin′ tale and sichts that I hae seen Far up intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna Green
I've seen the high Ben Nevis a-towerin′ tae the moon I've been by Crieff and Callander and roun′ by Bonny Doon And by the Nethy's silvery tide and places ill tae ken Far up intae the stormy north lies Urquhart′s fairy glen
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Oft hae I laughed intae myself when trudgin' on the road Wi' a bag o′ bla′ upon by back, my face as brown's a toad Wi′ lumps o' cake and tattie scones and cheese and braxie ham Nae thinking where I′m comin' frae or where I′m goin' tae gang
I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue sky Nae thinkin′ in the mornin′ at nicht where I'm to lie Barns or byres or anywhere, or oot among the hay And if the weather does permit, I′m happy every day
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I've done my share of humpin′ wi' the dockers on the Clyde I′ve helped the Buckie trawlers pu' the herrin' o′er the side I′ve helped to build the mighty bridge that spans the Firth o' Forth And wi′ mony Angus farmer's rig I′ve plowed the bonny earth
Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond have a' been kent by me The Dee, the Don, the Deveron that rushes tae the sea Dunrobin Castle by the way, I nearly hae forgot And aye, the rickle o′ cairn marks at the house o' John o' Groats
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I′m often ′roon by Gallowa' and doon about Stranraer My business leads me onywhere, I travel near and far I′ve got a rovin' notion, there′s nothing that I loss And a' my days my daily fare and what′ll pay my doss
I think I'll go to Paddy's land, I′m makkin′ up my mind For Scotland's greatly altered now, I canna raise the wind But I will trust in Providence, if Providence proves true And I will sing o′ Erin's isle ′ere I get back to you
(Chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
