Bare Legged Joe Irish Rovers Bare legged Joe knows the curlew's cry He runs with the hare when the summer's nigh A tinker boy is fancy free In the quiet green hills of Sligo Don't wish someday that you could go With a bag on your back and a pace that's slow Leave your home in the city smoke With the tinkers to go roving That tinker boy never went to school But you can tell he's no one's fool He knows how to fish and to lay a snare He can sing like a lark in the morning Think I'll leave and go with him Now that the summer is coming in Travel the road with the tinker band And a bare legged boy to lead me recorded by the Irish Rovers SOF
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