Roots of Bob

I Pity the Poor Immigrant

The tune matches that of "Tramps and Hawkers", a traditional Scottish ballad.


   Recorded by Hamish Imlach & Ian MacKintosh Live and by the Dubliners
   @Scots @travel
   filename[ HAWKRS
   play.exe PADWEST

   O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads an' gaitherers o' bla'
   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.

The same tune is also shared, according to Digital Tradition, by "Paddy West". Sample verse:

   As I was walkin' down London Street, I come to Paddy West's house,
   He gave me a dish of American hash; he called it Liverpool scouse,
   He said " There's a ship and she's wantin' hands, and on her you must 
   The mate's a bastard, the captain's worse, but she will suit you 

@sailor recorded by Lou Killen on 50 South and on Folk Songs of Britain 6

thanks to Ed Wierenga and Ben Taylor

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