| lyric | 1. Let us go atramping all together,
Thro’ the bracken and the purple heather,
In the bright and sunny summer weather;
Now come tramping along with me.
2. Come at dawn while all the birds are singing,
Sing our songs and set the valleys ringing,
With the lark we’ll upwards go a-winging,
Over mountain and over lea.
3. We may rest when we are feeling weary,
But the path is never dull and dreary,
Over moorlands wild and sweet and eerie,
Oh, come tramping along with me. |