That tramp the country roun? and roun?, come listen one and a?
 I?ll tell tae ye a rovin? tale, an? places I hae been
 Far up into the snowy north, or sooth by Gretna Green.

 I?ve seen the high Ben Nevis that gangs towerin? tae the moon
 I?ve been roun? by Crieff an? Callander an? by Bonny Doon
 I?ve been by Nethy?s silvery tide an? places ill tae ken
 Far up into the stormy north lies Urquart?s fairy glen

 Sometimes noo I laugh tae mysel? when dodgin? alang the road
 Wi? a bag o? meal slung upon my back, my face as broun?s a toad
 Wi? lumps o?cheese and tattie-scones or breid an? braxie ham
 Nae thinking whar? I?m comin? frae nor thinkin? whar I?m gang.

 I?m happy in the summer-time beneath the dark blue sky
 Nae thinkin? in the mornin? at nicht where i?m gang to lie
 Bothies or byres or barns, or oot amangst the hay
 And if the weather does permit, I?m  happy a? the day.

 Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond, they?ve oft been seen by me
 The Dee, the Don, the Devron, that a? flows tae the sea
 Dunrobin Castle, by the way, I nearly had forgot
 And the reckless stanes o?cairn that mairks the hoose o? John o? Groat.

 I?ve been by bonny Gallowa?, an? often roun? Stranraer
 My business leads me anywhere, I travel near an? far
 I?ve got that rovin? notion I wouldna like tae loss
 For It?s my daily fare an? as much?ll pay my doss.

 I think I?ll gang tae Paddy?s Lan?, I?m makin? up my mind
 For Scotland?s greatly altered noo, I canna raise the wind
 But if I can trust in Providence, if Providence should prove true
 I?ll sing ye?s a? of Erin?s Isle when I come back to you