Irish Song Lyrics 
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Thirty Foot Trailer 
The old ways are changing you cannot deny The day of the traveler is over There's nowhere to go and there's nowhere to bide So farewell to the life of the rover 
Chorus: Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer 
Farewell to the cant and the Romany tongue Farewell to the Romany talking The buying and the selling, the old fortune telling The knock on the door and the hawking 
(Chorus) 
Farewell to the besoms of heather and broom Farewell to the creels and the basket The folks of today they would far sooner pay For a thing that's been made out of plastic 
(Chorus) 
The old ways are passing and soon will be gone For progress is aye a big factor It's sent to afflict us and when they evict us They'll tow us away with a tractor 
(Chorus) 
Farewell to the pony, the cob and the mare The reins and the harness are idle You don't need a strap when you're breaking up scrap So farewell to the bit and the bridle 
(Chorus) 
Farewell to the fields where we've sweated and toiled At pullin' and crownin' and liftin' They'll soon have machines and the traveling queens And their menfolk had better be shiftin' 
(Chorus) 
You've got to move fast to keep up with the times For these days a man cannot dander There's a bylaw to say you must be on your way And another to say you can't wander 
by Ewan MacColl.