O come a' ye tramps an' hawkers an' gaitherers o' blaw That tramps the country roun' an' roun', come listen ane and a' I'll tell tae you a rovin' tale an' sights that I hiv seen Far up into the snowy north and south by Gretna Green
I hiv seen the high Ben Nevis away towerin' to the moon I've been by Grieff and Callander an' roun' by bonnie Doune And by the Nethy's silv'ry tides an' places ill tae ken Far up into the snowy North lies Urquhart's bonnie glen
Aftimes I've lauched into mysel' when trudgin' on the road Wi' a bag o' blaw upon my back, my face as broon's a toad Wi' lumps o' cakes an' tattie scones an' cheese an' braxy ham Nae thinkin' whaur I'm comin' fae nor whaur I'm gaun tae gang
I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bright blue sky Nae thinkin' in the mornin' at nicht whaur I've tae lie Barns or buyres or anywhere or oot among the hay And if the weather does permit I'm happy every day
O Loch Katrine and Loch Lomon' has a' been seen by me The Dee, the Don, the Dev'ron that hurries into the sea Dunrobin Castle by the way I nearly had forgot An' aye the rickles o' cairn marks the Hoose o' John o' Groat
I'm up an' roun' by Gallowa' or doon aboot Stranraer Ma business leads me anywhere, sure I travel near an' far I've got a rovin' notion there's nothing what I loss An' a' my day's my daily fare and what'll pey my doss
I think I'll go tae Paddy's land, I'm makin' up my min' For Scotland's greatly altered now, sure I canna raise the win' But I will trust in Providence, if Providence will prove true An' I will sing of Erin's Isle when I come back to you