Lyrics
An if the weather treats me right i m happy every day, that tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all, it s far intae the snowy north and south by gretna green
That tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all, wi lumps o cake and tattie scones
Oftimes i ve laughed untae mysel when trudgin on the road, it s far intae the snowy north and south by gretna green
oh come all ye tramps and hawker lads and gatherers oblaw
it s far intae the snowy north and south by gretna green
it s far intae the snowy north and south by gretna green
That tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all, oh come all ye tramps and hawker lads and gatherers oblaw
In barn or byre or anywhere, wi lumps o cake and tattie scones Hawkers, i m happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue sky
My face as broon s a toad, i ve ploo ed the bonnie earth
Wi lumps o cake and tattie scones, i ve helpit buckie trawlers haul their herrin s o er the side Tramps, my toerags round my blistered feet
In barn or byre or anywhere, oh come all ye tramps and hawker lads and gatherers oblaw
wi whangs o braxie ham
Oftimes i ve laughed untae mysel when trudgin on the road, dossin oot among the hay
oftimes i ve laughed untae mysel when trudgin on the road
Oftimes i ve laughed untae mysel when trudgin on the road, no thinkin in the mornin whaur at nicht i ll hae tae lie Hawkers, that tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all
Oh come all ye tramps and hawker lads and gatherers oblaw, oftimes i ve laughed untae mysel when trudgin on the road
i ll tell to ye a rovin tale of sights that i have seen
wi whangs o braxie ham
I ll tell to ye a rovin tale of sights that i have seen, i ve done my share o humpin wi the dockers on the clyde
i ve helped tae build them michty bridge that spans the busy forth
An if the weather treats me right i m happy every day, wi whangs o braxie ham, i ve helped tae build them michty bridge that spans the busy forth
That tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all, wi whangs o braxie ham
My toerags round my blistered feet, i ve done my share o humpin wi the dockers on the clyde
that tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all
Nae gi en a thought frae where i ve been an less tae whaur i m gan, that tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all, nae gi en a thought frae where i ve been an less tae whaur i m gan
I m happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue sky, i ll tell to ye a rovin tale of sights that i have seen Dubliners, an if the weather treats me right i m happy every day
