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