The Yellow’s on the Broom 

 

I ken ye dinna like it lass, tae winter here in toon
For the scaldies they all cry us, aye, and they try tae put us doon
And it's hard tae raise three bairnies, in a single flea box room
But I'll tak ye on the road again, when the yellow's on the broom.

 

When the yellow' s on the broom, when the yellow' s on the broom
I'll tak ye on the road again, when the yellow's on the broom

 

Oh, The scaldies call us tinker dirt, and they sconce our bairn's in school
But who cares what a scaldy says, for a scaldy but a fool
They never hear the yorlin's song, nor see the flax in bloom
For they're cooped up in houses when the yellow's on the bloom

 

When the yellow' s on the broom, when the yellow' s on the broom
I'll tak ye on the road again, when the yellow's on the broom
 

 

Nae sale for pegs and baskets now, so just to stay alive
But we had to work at scaldy jobs, frae nine o' clock till five
But we call nae man our maister, and we own the world's aroon
And we'll bid fareweel tae Brekin, when the yellow's on the broom

 

When the yellow' s on the broom, when the yellow' s on the broom
I'll tak ye on the road again, when the yellow's on the broom

 

I am weary for the springtime, when we tak the road aince mair
Tae the plantin' and the pearling, aye, and the berry fields of Blair

there we'll meet wi all our kinfolk, frae a' the country roun'
When gang aboot folk tak' to the road, and the yellow's on the broom

 

When the yellow' s on the broom, when the yellow' s on the broom
I'll tak ye on the road again, when the yellow's on the broom