I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues.
    I have rosin in me pocket for me bow,
    And me fiddle-strings are new and I've learned a tune or two,
    So I'm well prepared to ramble. I 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,
For the geese are on the wing and the thrushes start to sing,
And I'm headed down the road to meet me friends.

    I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues.
    I have rosin in me pocket for me bow,
    And me fiddle-strings are new and I've learned a tune or two,
    So I'm well prepared to ramble. I must go!

I have friends in every town as I ramble up and down,
Making music at the markets and the fairs,
To the donkeys and the creels and the farmers making deals
And the yellow-headed tinker selling wares.

    I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues.
    I have rosin in me pocket for me bow,
    And me fiddle-strings are new and I've learned a tune or two,
    So I'm well prepared to ramble. I 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 or 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 me pocket for me bow,
    And me fiddle-strings are new and I've learned a tune or two,
    So I'm well prepared to ramble. I must go!