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 my fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm.
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I've a fine felt hat,
And a strong pair of brogues,
I've got rosin in me pocket for my bow,
And me fiddle strings are new,
And I've learned a tune or two,
And I'm well prepared to ramble and must go.
I'm as happy as a king
As I catch a breath of Spring
And the grass is turning green as Winter ends.
The geese are on the wing,
And the thrushes start to sing
And I'm headed down the road to see my friends.
Chorus
I have friends in every town
As I ramble up and down.
Makin' music at the markets and the fairs.
To the donkeys in the fields,
And the farmers makin' deals,
And the yellow-headed tinkers sellin' wares.
Chorus
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 become our friends
And may Peace and Joy be with you until then.
Chorus
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