Rambles Of Spring

There's a piercing wintry breeze blowing through the budding trees

And I button up my coat to keep me warm

But the days are on the mend and I'm on the road again

With me fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new and I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

I'm as happy as a king when I catch a breath of spring

And the grass is turning green as winter ends

And the geese are on the wing and the thrushes start to sing

And I'm headed down the road to see my friends

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new and I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

I have friends in every town as I ramble up and down

Making music at the markets and the fairs

Through the donkeys and the reels and the farmers making deals

And the yellow-headed tinkers selling wares

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new and I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

Here's a health to one and all, to the big and to the small

To the rich and poor alike and foe and friend

And when we return again may our foes have turned to friends

And may peace and joy be with you until then

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new and I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

And my fiddle strings are new and I've learned a tune or two

So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go