Oh, I can't get a house in the country
I can't get a house in the town
But I have my horse and my wagon
And I'll travel the country around

Oh, it's fine to get up in the morning
When the lark's flying high in the sky
And pack up all your belongings
And bid all the travellers goodbye

Away to the hills we'll go roaming
To find us a new resting place
It might be a clearing in woodland
It might be some wide open space

And why should I join the army
When I've got no home of my own?
I would fight for my King and my country
But we've no place that we can call home