Freeborn Man Of The Traveling People - Liam Clancy

作曲：Ewan MacColl

I'm a freeborn man of the traveling people

Got no fixed abode with nomads I have wandered

Country lanes and byways were always my ways

I never fancied being numbered

Oh we knew the woods and the resting places

And the small birds sang when winter days were over

Then we'd pack our load and be on the road

Those were good old days for the rover

All you freeborn men of the traveling people

Every tinker rolling stone and gypsy rover

Winds of change are blowing old ways are going

Your traveling days will soon be over

There was open ground where a man could linger

For a week or two for time was not our master

Then away we'd jog with our horse and dog

Nice and easy no need to go faster

Well I've known life hard and I've known it easy

And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning

But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long

Seen the summer sunrise in the morning

All you freeborn men of the traveling people

Every tinker rolling stone and gypsy rover

Winds of change are blowing old ways are going

Your traveling days will soon be over

Your traveling days will soon be over