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Verse 1
a traveller am I
My home's the road,
no fixed abode,
I'll travel till I die
For a few men give me camping space,
and fewer call me friend.
The hard road for the travelling man,
Hunger, hardship and poverty
are the travellers we reload.
Hunger, hardship and poverty
To Dublin City Fair
And we camped in Lansdowne's
green valleys
With others of our kind
But Dublin Corporation,
They tore down our tents,
uprooted us and tore
out our caravans.
Hunger, hardship, and poverty
Are the travellers we reload
And here in Cherry Orchard,
where no cherry blossoms bloom,
We're forgotten and unwanted,
in dirt and muck and gloom.
But the man above,
who died for love
and nailed on to a tree,
the same as you and me?
And someday in his own good time
He will ease a traveller's load
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An d we'll bid farewell to poverty
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