The Willis Clan - A Traveling Song lyrics

Down the road to travel Over the hills of plenty On we ramblers go Numbering four and twenty Fancy you a song Sung in the older fashion Won’t you sing along To one of the tunes you know Storytellers all We gather about your table Long into the night With legend and myth and fable Heroes of renown Glorious tales of splendor Servants of the crown Battle against their foe Pay the piper well And bring him a drink of brandy Up he’ll strike a tune Play it so fine and dandy Call the local lads Gather the neighbor's daughters We shall have a dance Down in the fields below When we find a welcome Calling upon the gentry Rest your watches long Quiet your guard and sentry Rid your mind of care Banish all weight and worry Feast and wine prepare Generous game to show Still the night is young And traveling on with pleasure Grant us wishes well Luck in the fullest measure Bid you all adieu Stories to keep and treasure When we’re pa**ing through Ever and on we go