Chorus:Come, a' ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blawThat tramps this country roun' and roun', come listen ane and a'I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale and sichts that I hae seenFar up intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna GreenI've seen the high Ben Nevis a-towerin' tae the moonI've been by Crieff and Callander and roun' by Bonny DoonAnd by the Nethy's silvery tide and places ill tae kenFar up intae the stormy north lies Urquhart's fairy glen(Chorus)Oft hae I laughed intae myself when trudgin' on the roadWi' a bag o' bla' upon by back, my face as brown's a toadWi' lumps o' cake and tattie scones and cheese and braxie hamNae thinking where I'm comin' frae or where I'm goin' tae gangI'm happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue skyNae thinkin' in the mornin' at nicht where I'm to lieBarns or byres or anywhere, or oot among the hayAnd if the weather does permit, I'm happy every day(Chorus)I've done my share of humpin' wi' the dockers on the ClydeI've helped the Buckie trawlers pu' the herrin' o'er the sideI've helped to build the mighty bridge that spans the Firth o' ForthAnd wi' mony Angus farmer's rig I've plowed the bonny earthLoch Katrine and Loch Lomond have a' been kent by meThe Dee, the Don, the Deveron that rushes tae the seaDunrobin Castle by the way, I nearly hae forgotAnd aye, the rickle o' cairn marks at the house o' John o' Groats(Chorus)I'm often 'roon by Gallowa' and doon about StranraerMy business leads me onywhere, I travel near and farI've got a rovin' notion, there's nothing that I lossAnd a' my days my daily fare and what'll pay my dossI think I'll go to Paddy's land, I'm makkin' up my mindFor Scotland's greatly altered now, I canna raise the windBut I will trust in Providence, if Providence proves trueAnd I will sing o' Erin's isle 'ere I get back to you(Chorus)
