The Pennsylvania Tramp - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE PENNSYLVANIA TRAMP. 
There I am, a lonely stranger, All the way from Pennsylvania; When I work my life's in danger, Ladies come and pity me-hi yah! I have traveled tins world over, In my pockets not a stamp, My name's a terror to this nation, I'm the Pennsylvania tramp-hi yah! 
Chorus. Measuring flags' my occupation, Hunger gives me many a cramp. Work and me is no relation, I'm the Pennsylvania tramp-hi yah! 
From New Haven to Weehawken, That's the road, boys, don't be talking, On my back an army walking, I have a noble sinecure-hi yah! Barn or wood-shed that's my bed-room, When the weather's cold or damp, Robbing hen-coops that's the racket, I'm the Pennsylvania tramp-hi yah!-Chorus. 
I am one that's never greedy, Rob a clothes line if I'm needy. You will never find me seedy, I'm an old professional-hi yah! I am on the hunt for money, Poverty's my brightest lamp, A maid with stamps, that's the honey, I'm the Pennsylvania tramp-hi yah!- Chorus.