Come all ye tramps and hawker lads, ye gaitherers o' blaw That tramps the country roon' and roon', listen ane and a' I'll tell tae you a rovin' tale o' sichts that I hae seen Far up intae the snowy north and south by Gretna Green I've seen the high Ben Lomond towerin' tae the moon I've been by Crieff and Callander and doon by bonnie Doune I've seen Loch Ness's silvery tides, places ill tae ken Far up intae the snowy north lies Urquhart's fairy glen I'm happy in the summer, beneath the bright blue sky No thinkin' where I'm going tae, or where I'm going to lie In barn or byre or onywhere, or oot among the hay And if the weather it be fine, I'm happy every day Ofttimes I've laughed untae mysel' when trudgin' doon the road Wi' a pack o' blaw upon my back, my face as broon's a toad Wi' lumps o' cake an' tattie scones an' cheese and braxy ham No thinking whaur I'm coming frae, or whaur I'm gaun tae gang Well, I think I'll go to Paddy's land, I'm makin' up my mind For Scotland's greatly altered no, and I cannae raise the wind But I will trust in providence gin providence prove true And I will sing of Erin's isle when I come back to you