The Poor Old Tramp - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE POOR OLD TRAMP. 
Oh. I tramp, tramp along, tho' I'm weary, No rest through the long dreary day; Through the rain and the snow, I must tramp to and fro, There is no place of shelter for me. 
Chorus. Only a poor old wanderer, No place to call my home; No one to pity me, no one to cheer, As friendless and sadly I roam. 
Oh, I long for a place by the fireside, For the night's bitter cold, dark and damp; Vacant places I see, but there's no place for me, Because I'm a poor old tramp.-Chorus. 
Ah; once I was peaceful and happy, Had true loving friends ever near; But now they are gone and I'm left alone, With no one my pathway to cheer.-Chorus.