Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
No more to busk the left bank for the “The Cowboy Ecosse”
No more to play the country scaff where you had tae earn your pay
No more to hear that rye mouth from Paris tae Dunvaggan
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin’
And no more down the Gallowgates or in the Scotia Bar
No more to hear the tall tales as he picked his big guitar
No more the songs of scallin, complicacy’s contagion
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin’
And no more to sing of Woody or Weary’s Bonnie Wells
No more buy drink for all the boys up in Sandy Bells
No more against hypocrisy, his war be onward waging
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin’
And no more to be in Tønder where he was known to all by name
Were we drank too much Gammel Dansk, it was always him to blame
No more the Visa-Versa Hoose or with Thomas up in Skagen
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin’
No more to sing the big songs, where he could bring a crowd tae
No more double meaning songs that made the lassies blush
No more to sing a thousand clubs from Glasgow to Copenhagen
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin’
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin’