Tramps and Hawkers - Old Blind Dogs

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

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

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

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