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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are dozens of traditional verses to this one. Which ones do you know? Add them in and let's see how far we can get. Come a' ye tramps and hawkers noo, Ye gaitherers o'blaw That tramps the countrie roun' an' roun' Come lissen ane an' aw' Ah'll tell tae you a rovin' tale O sichts as Ah hae seen Far up intae thae snawy north An' sooth be Gretna Green. Ah've seen the high Ben Lomond a-towerin' tae the moon Ah've been by Creiff and Callendar and roond be bonnie Doune. Ah've seen Loch Ness'es silvery tides, And places ill tae ken: Far up intae the snawy north Lies Urquharts fairy glen. It's aft Ah've laffed untae masel' As Ah trudged alang the road Wi' a bag o'blaw upon ma back an' face as broun's a toad's. Wi' lumps o'cake an' tattie scones Cheese and braxie hams It's nae thinkin' waur Ah'm comin' fae Nor waur Ah'm gawn tae gang. For Ah'm happy in the summer time Aneath the bricht blue sky Nae thinkin' in the mornin' Waur at nicht that Ah sall lie. If in a barn, or yet a byre Or jist amang the hay So lang's the weather doth permit, Ah'm happy every day. But Ah think Ah'll go tae Paddy's Land, Ah makkin up ma mind. For Scotland's fairly altered noo, Ye cannae raise the wind. But Ah will trust in Providence, an Providence prove true, Ah'll tell ye a' o' Erin's Isle Win Ah come back tae you.
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