Come on children sing your song, play your fiddle hard and don’t belong.
Don’t steel and don’t go wrong, don’t quit if you’re not done.
Don’t listen to all that nonce and don’t speak about everyone. 
Don’t stop if your on the run, don’t look back without moving on.
 
Yes I’m a travelling man, I’m travelling man!
 
Come on brothers make a stand, don’t fight for a little bit of land.
Its much better to make a friend, with a bottle of beer up in your hand.
Don’t listen to those commands, no guns are heaven send. 
Clap hands if you understand, it’s not easy to die again. 
 
Yes I’m a jingling man, jingling man!
 
Come on sisters shake my hand, I bought you a promise land.
I sang hard to make amend, and right know I’m doin’ again yes!
Light up and do all you can, don’t start if you know the end. 
Be proud of all your stands, don’t throw only with demands.
 
Yes I’m a handy man, yes I’m a handy man!