Tinker's Rhapsody

Early on a Summer’s morning
I’m scratching, I’m yawning
Early on a Summer’s morning
At the break of the day
Dry leaves caress me
The warm breezes bless me
And the songbirds confess me
At the break of the day
I wish that old river
Could wash me forever
Wash all the miles and
The bad times away
O the farmer’s wife she knows me
She feeds me she clothes me
Feeds me on eggs and barley
At the break of the day
And I’ll dine like a king sir
On what nature brings sir
It’s a good life for a tinker
On a fine Summer’s day
O the Winter it is tough now
And the living is rough now
The firewood is rotten
And I shiver all day
But nothing in life can beat
A June morning so sweet
All hardships are forgotten
On a fine Summer’s day