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[C]The old ways are chan[F]ging you cannot deny
[C]The day of the[F] traveler's[G] over
There's[C] nowhere to gang
and there's nowhere to[F] bide
So[C] farewell to the[F] life of the[C] rover
[C]Goodbye to the[F] tent and the old
caravan
To[C] the tinker, the[F] rover, the[G] traveling man
And[C] goodbye tae the[F] thirty foot[C] 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
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