[Verse 1: Daoirí Farrell]
In a cloud of dust they roam
Covered waggons down a country road
Happy people laugh and sing
Hear the bell of freedom ring awhile
For the countryside is their own

[Verse 2]
And now the town is drawing near
And parent's eyes begin to shift with fear
But their children still play on
Not knowing that they can’t never settle down
And make this town their own

[Verse 3]
Around the camp the fires, they are hot
And hungry children gather around the pot
But some will go to bed tonight
Without a bite of food or heat or light
For this town is not their own

[Verse 4]
And at the dawning of the day
People come and tell us to go away
We don't want your likes in here
You bring dirt, disease, and unto our children, fear
Come on get out, this town is not your own
[Verse 5]
And so once more we're on the run
Out to face the cruel wind and sun
A land of saints and scholars
We have lost our precious gift of charity
And don’t recognise our own