Tramp Tramp Tramp (Êëÿòâà âîèíà)
Set mah plate an’ mah tankard on the table,
an’watch out for me comin’ home tonight.
Keep mah supper in the oven if yore able,
an’ in the window place a welcome light.
Tramp tramp tramp! Hear what the Sergeant said,
tonight ah’ll be sleepin’ in mah own wee bed!
No more layin’ ’neath the stars in the heather,
no more eatin’ what the greasy cook has burned,
no more toilin’ through the cold’n’rainy weather,
once tae mah bonny home ah have returned.
Tramp tramp tramp! Hear what the Sergeant said,
tonight ah’ll be sleepin’ in mah own wee bed!