[00:00.00][Verse 1]
[00:45.57]I dreamed a dream the other night
[00:48.93]A dream of long ago
[00:52.17]I saw yin o the travellin folk
[00:55.59]Along the open road
[00:58.53]His step was light
[01:00.75]His head held high
[01:02.43]Tae catch the scent o spring
[01:05.22]And his voice rang round the countryside
[01:09.00]As he began tae sing
[01:11.37][Chorus]
[01:11.70]Oh, come aw ye tramps and hawkin lads
[01:15.66]Ye gaitherers o blaw
[01:18.84]That tramps the country roon' and roon'
[01:22.35]Come listen ye ane and aw
[01:25.83]I'll tell tae you a rovin tale
[01:29.43]O sights that I hae seen
[01:32.43]Far up intae the snowy north
[01:36.39]And south by Gretna Green
[01:40.11][Verse 2]
[01:41.70]I've travelled roon' thе Lothian lands
[01:45.27]I've seen the rushing Spey
[01:48.15]I'vе been by Crieff and Callander
[01:52.35]And by the shores o Loch Tay
[01:55.80]I've watched the rain on the Border hills
[01:59.43]The mist in northern glens
[02:02.76]And I've bedded doun beneath the moon
[02:06.57]In corries naebody kens
[02:10.59][Verse 3]
[02:15.42]And I'm often doun by Gallawa
[02:19.20]Whan roon' aboot Stranraer
[02:22.80]My business takes me onywhere
[02:26.10]Sure, I travel near and far
[02:29.82]For I've a rovin in ma blood
[02:33.45]And thare's nothin' I lack
[02:37.32]As long as I've ma daily fare
[02:40.92]And claes upon ma back
[02:43.50][Verse 4]
[02:57.45]I'm happy in the summertime
[03:01.14]Beneath the bricht blue sky
[03:04.77]Nae thinkin in the mornin
[03:08.61]At nicht where I've tae lie
[03:12.51]Barns or byre or onywhere
[03:16.77]Or oot amang the hay
[03:19.62]And if the weather does permit
[03:23.34]I'm happy every day
[03:26.55][Verse 5]
[03:27.03]I think I'll go tae Paddy's land
[03:30.81]I'm makin up ma mind
[03:34.35]For Scotland's greatly altered nou
[03:38.16]I cannae raise the wind
[03:41.82]And I will trust in Providence
[03:45.84]If Providence proves true
[03:49.23]And I will sing of Erin's isle
[03:52.95]When I return tae you
[03:57.09][Chorus]
[04:09.36]Come aw ye tramps and hawkin lads
[04:13.26]Ye gaitherers o blaw
[04:16.86]That tramps the country roond and roond
[04:20.64]Come listen ye ane and aw
[04:24.42]I'll tell tae you a rovin tale
[04:28.23]O sights that I hae seen
[04:31.86]Far up intae the snowy north
[04:35.76]And south by Gretna Green
[04:39.69][Verse 6]
[04:47.46]When I'd awoken from my dream
[04:50.88]The sawn song had begun
[04:54.78]The birds sang out their old, old songs
[04:58.20]To greet the rising sun
[05:01.80]I lay along the shadows
[05:05.73]And thought of days long gone
[05:09.36]And those wanderin' tramps and hawker lads
[05:13.89]Whose days are surely done

I dreamed a dream the other night
A dream of long ago
I saw yin o the travellin folk
Along the open road
His step was light
His head held high
Tae catch the scent o spring
And his voice rang round the countryside
As he began tae sing
Oh, come aw ye tramps and hawkin lads
Ye gaitherers o blaw
That tramps the country roon' and roon'
Come listen ye ane and aw
I'll tell tae you a rovin tale
O sights that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north
And south by Gretna Green
I've travelled roon' thе Lothian lands
I've seen the rushing Spey
I'vе been by Crieff and Callander
And by the shores o Loch Tay
I've watched the rain on the Border hills
The mist in northern glens
And I've bedded doun beneath the moon
In corries naebody kens
And I'm often doun by Gallawa
Whan roon' aboot Stranraer
My business takes me onywhere
Sure, I travel near and far
For I've a rovin in ma blood
And thare's nothin' I lack
As long as I've ma daily fare
And claes upon ma back
I'm happy in the summertime
Beneath the bricht blue sky
Nae thinkin in the mornin
At nicht where I've tae lie
Barns or byre or onywhere
Or oot amang the hay
And if the weather does permit
I'm happy every day
I think I'll go tae Paddy's land
I'm makin up ma mind
For Scotland's greatly altered nou
I cannae raise the wind
And I will trust in Providence
If Providence proves true
And I will sing of Erin's isle
When I return tae you
Come aw ye tramps and hawkin lads
Ye gaitherers o blaw
That tramps the country roond and roond
Come listen ye ane and aw
I'll tell tae you a rovin tale
O sights that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north
And south by Gretna Green
When I'd awoken from my dream
The sawn song had begun
The birds sang out their old, old songs
To greet the rising sun
I lay along the shadows
And thought of days long gone
And those wanderin' tramps and hawker lads
Whose days are surely done