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Come all ye tramps and hawker lads |
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Give your ears a blaw |
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That tramp the country round and round |
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Come listen once and all |
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I'll tell you all a rovin' tale |
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Of sights that I have the seen |
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Far up to the snowy north |
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And down to fields of green |
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I've only started living |
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When I stand to lose it all |
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Sometimes I laugh all to myself |
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Whilst walking on the road |
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My tore rags round my blistered feet |
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My face is brown as coal |
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With box of treats and cigarettes |
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We walk the black sea home |
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Not thinking where we're going |
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Or thinking where we've gone |
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I've only started living |
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When I stand to lose it all |
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I'm happy in the summertime |
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Beneath the dark blue sky |
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Not thinking in the morning |
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Where at night I'll goin' to lie |
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In barn or byre or anywhere |
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Dozing in the hay |
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If the weather treats me right |
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Then I'm happy every day |
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I've only started living |
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When I stand to lose it all |