The Dubliners - Thirty Foot Trailer lyrics
[The Dubliners - Thirty Foot Trailer lyrics]
The old ways are changing, you cannot deny
The day of the traveler is over
There's nowhere to go and
There's nowhere to bide
So farewell to the life of the rover
Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer
Farewell to the can't and the Romany tongue
Farewell to the Romany talking
The buying and the selling
The old fortune telling
The knock on the door and the hawking
Farewell to the besoms of heather and bloom
Farewell to the creels and the basket
The folks of today, they would far sooner pay
For a thing that's been made out of plastic
The old ways are passing and
Soon will be gone
For progress is aye a big factor
It's sent to afflict us and
When they evict us
They'll tow us away with a tractor
Farewell to 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 to the bit and the bridle
Farewell to the fields where
We've sweated and toiled
At pullin' and crownin' and liftin'
They'll soon have machines and
The traveling queens
And their menfolk had better be shiftin'
You've got to move fast to
Keep up with the times
For these days a man cannot dander
There's a bylaw to say you
Must be on your way
And another to say you can't wander
The day of the traveler is over
There's nowhere to go and
There's nowhere to bide
So farewell to the life of the rover
Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer
Farewell to the can't and the Romany tongue
Farewell to the Romany talking
The buying and the selling
The old fortune telling
The knock on the door and the hawking
Farewell to the besoms of heather and bloom
Farewell to the creels and the basket
The folks of today, they would far sooner pay
For a thing that's been made out of plastic
The old ways are passing and
Soon will be gone
For progress is aye a big factor
It's sent to afflict us and
When they evict us
They'll tow us away with a tractor
Farewell to 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 to the bit and the bridle
Farewell to the fields where
We've sweated and toiled
At pullin' and crownin' and liftin'
They'll soon have machines and
The traveling queens
And their menfolk had better be shiftin'
You've got to move fast to
Keep up with the times
For these days a man cannot dander
There's a bylaw to say you
Must be on your way
And another to say you can't wander