Some stay at home they decline to roam
Staunch salt of the earth
They settle down in the family town
To care and tend the hearth

All thanks to them us travelling men
Pack up our meagre load
With a skip and a dance and quick backward glance
We're on the rebellious road

It's pregnant thrills what's beyond Yon hills
River bends endlessly beckon
A yearning to know where the winding lanes go
And approaching highways to reckon

Not silver and gold or stories untold
Stir the blood of the gypsy rover
No promise of heaven or glitzy gifts given
Could capture or steal our hearts over

To lay down and dream by a murmurous stream
Mother nature whispers your name
A gentle breeze tease on old birch trees
You know all is one and the same

Breathe crisp morning air on the trail
of the hare
Spoor on a raw snowy carpet of white
Your hound scents the roe and he's raring to go
In misty golden dawn light

To lie low in the cool by a quite salmon pool
And savour the peace of the hours
Far away from the heat of the gentleman's beat
And their patter from ivory towers

To stalk a fresh range where each haunt is strange
Hear the tune of the nightingale
As landlords sleep their gillies still creep
To spark many a fighting tale

To rove in the wild as a rough feral child
Is the life we chose and cherish
No man is a rock there's a time on each clock
When good company we also relish

The philosophers tear disappears in their beer
Gutter drunks laugh at the stars
Join the nocturnal choir with revellers
and trier
Oh for the spice of the honky tonk bars

Let us never forget we owe a great debt
To those who stood by the hearth
While we wandered free t'was them payed our fee
The ones who are salt of the earth
#geordie boot
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