The Travelling People
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I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered
country lanes and bye ways were always my ways
I never fancied being lumbered
Well we knew the woods and all the resting places
the small birds sang when winter time was over
then we'd pack our load and be on the road
they were good old times for the rover
In the open ground where a man could linger
stay a week or two for time was not your master
then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
nice and easy no need to go faster
And sometimes you'd meet up with other people,
hear the news or else swap family information
at the country fairs we'd be meeting there
all the people of the travelling nation
I've made willow creels and the heather besoms
And I've even done some begging and some hawkin'
and I've lain there spent wrapped up in my tent
and I've listened to the old folks talking
All you freeborn men of the travelling people
every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover
winds of change are blowing old ways are going
your travelling days will soon be over
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