Episode 7

The Traveling People (Ewan McColl) I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people got no fixed abode with no mat I am numbered country lanes and by ways were always my ways I'v never fancied being lumbered well we knew the woods and the resting places and the small bird sang when winter time was over then we'd pack our load and be on the road they were good times for the rover in the open ground you could stop and linger for a week or two for time was not your master then away you'd jog with your horse and dog nice and easy no need to go faster and sometimes we'd meet up with other people hear the news or else swap family information at the country fair's we'd be meeting there all the people of the travelling nation I've made willow creels and the heather besoms and I'v even done some begging and some hawkin' and I've lain there spent rapped up in my tent and I'v listened to the old folks talking All you freeborn men of the travelling people every tinker rolling stone and gypsy rover winds of change are blowing old ways are going your travelling days will soon be over. I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people got no fixed abode with no mat I am numbered country lanes and by ways were always my ways I never fancied being lumbered