Tramps and Hawkers     Trad. Arr.  Johnstone.  
A "Tinker" or Hobo song; given a simple treatment, which 
tells its tale unsentimentally, without undue embellishment. 

Come all ye tramps and Haw-kers, ye getherers ablaw. 
Wha'   tramps the country roond an'  roond, come listen yin and a'. 
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale, o' sights that I have seen. 
Fer oot intae   the snowy north and sooth  by  Gretna Green. 

I've often thocht untae mysel', while trudgin' ower  the road; 
My toerags round my blistered feet, my face as broon's a Toad's. 
Wi' lumps o' cake and Tattie Scones, wee wangs o' Braxie Ham; 
Na' gein' a thocht  frae where I've come, nor less tae whaur I'm gang. 

I've done my share o' humfin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde; 
I've helpit Buckie Trawlers haul the herrin'  ower  the side. 
I helped tae build yon michty brig, that spans the busy Forth; 
And wi mony an Angus fairmer's  trig, I've ploughed the bonny earth. 

I'm happy in the summertime, beneath the bright blue sky; 
Na' thinkin' in the mornin'  whaur at nicht I'll hae tae lie. 
In barn, or byre, or anywhere, dossin' oot among the hay; 
And if  the weather treats me right, I'm happy every day.