- I am a roving journeyman, I roam
from town to town
- And wherever I get a bit of work
I’ll always settle down.
- With my bundle on my shoulder and
my stick within my hand,
- It’s down the country I will go a
- And when I come to Carlow the
girls all jump with joy,
- Says one unto the other, “Here
comes the roving boy”.
- One treats me to a bottle, others
to a dram,
- Here’s to the journeyman.
- I hadn’t been in Carlow two days
or maybe three,
- When McGuire’s lovely daughter
says she fell in love with me.
- She wanted me to marry her and
took my by the hand,
- And shyly told her mother that she
loved the journeyman.
- Ah, hold your tongue you silly
girl and don’t you say no more,
- How can you love a journeyman you
never saw before?
- Oh, hold your tongue dear mother
and do the best you can,
- For it’s down the country I’ll go
with my roving journeyman.
- I took my stick into my hand,
I took my kit also,
- Away from friends and parents a
roving I did go.
- In every town I went through I got
a new sweetheart,
- And I’m always broken-hearted when
from her I have to part.
- And now my loving sweethearts to
you I bid adieu,
- And if ever I return again I’ll
surely marry you.
- Let them all be talking and say
the worst they can,
- For it’s off to Dublin I will go,
A Roving Journeyman.