Tramps and Hawkers

Come all ye tramps and hawker lads
Give your ears a blaw
That tramp the country round and round
Come listen once and all
I'll tell you all a rovin' tale
Of sights that I have the seen
Far up to the snowy north
And down to fields of green

I've only started living
When I stand to lose it all

Sometimes I laugh all to myself
Whilst walking on the road
My tore rags round my blistered feet
My face is brown as coal
With box of treats and cigarettes
We walk the black sea home
Not thinking where we're going
Or thinking where we've gone

I've only started living
When I stand to lose it all

I'm happy in the summertime
Beneath the dark blue sky
Not thinking in the morning
Where at night I'll goin' to lie
In barn or byre or anywhere
Dozing in the hay
If the weather treats me right
Then I'm happy every day

I've only started living
When I stand to lose it all