| He was a swindler and a drinker
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| The red-haired tinker’s son
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| With the pots and pans a’clinker, a man born on the run
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| From the hills of Kerry to Derry, Killarney to Du’lin
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| With a wheelin' and a dealin'
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| And a heart that was made of tin
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| Va Va Va I’m as free as I can be,
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| I’m a tinker and a traveler, you’ll never burden me
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| A son of Judas Iscariot, forever on the run
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| If you think that you can chain us
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| You might as well jump at the sun
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| Her father was jailed for stealin'
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| Me mother’s black as a witch
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| My sister ran off with the Sheridan clan
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| My brother’s drunk in a ditch
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| I fastened horns to a jackass, then selled it as a cow
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| Take my drinkin' over thinkin'
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| And my wagon over the plow
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| Va Va Va I’m as free as I can be,
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| I’m a tinker and a traveler, you’ll never burden me
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| A son of Judas Iscariot, forever on the run
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| If you think that you can chain us
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| You might as well jump at the sun
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| Va-a-a-a
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| Va-a-a-a
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| Look at her dancin' from the sunlight
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| Her music from the trees
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| Her manners from the ocean
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| Her schoolin' from the breeze
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| Every lassie is a princess
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| Every laddie born a king
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| Forever by the fireside, you’ll hear the tinker sing
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| Va Va Va I’m as free as I can be,
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| I’m a tinker and a traveler, you’ll never burden me
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| A son of Judas Iscariot, forever on the run
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| If you think that you can chain us
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| You might as well jump at the sun
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| Va-a-a-a
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| Va-a-a-a
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| Va-a-a-a
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| Va-a-a
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| You might as well jump at the sun |