Freeborn Man Songtext

von Liam Clancy

I'm a freeborn man of the traveling people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
I never fancied being lumbered

O we knew the woods, all 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 times for a rover

Now 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 sun rise in the morning

There was open ground where a man could linger
For a week or two for time was not our master
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
Nice and easy, no need to go faster

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