GOODBY TO THE THIRTY FOOT TRAILER

(Ewan MacColl)



The old ways are changing you cannot deny

The day of the traveler's over

There's nowhere to gang and there's nowhere to bide

So farewell to the life of the rover



Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan

Tae the tinker, the rover, the traveling man

And goodbye tae the thirty foot trailer



Farewell tae the cant and the traveling tongue

Farewell tae the Romany talking

The buying, the selling, the old fortune telling

The knock on the door and the hawking



You got to move fast to keep up with the times

For these days a man cannot dander

There's a bylaw to say you maun be on your way

And another to say ye can't wander



Farewell to the blossom and besoms of broom

Farewell tae the creels and the baskets

The folk of today would far rather pay

For a thing that is made oot o plastic



The old ways are passing and soon will be gone

And progress is aye a big factor

Its sent to afflict us and when they evict us

They tow us away wi a tractor



Farewell tae the pony, the cob, and the mare

The reins and the harness are idle

You don't need a strap when you're breaking up scrap

So farewell tae the bit and the bridle



Farewell tae the fields where we've sweated and toiled

At pulling and hauling and lifting

They'll soon have machines and the traveling queens

And their menfolk had better be shifting



sung by Ewan MacColl on Freeborn Man and by Owen McBride

Copyright Stormking Music, Inc.

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