Im Darby the tinker and my brother is Tam
We go where the work is, me boys and we work where we can
With the mending and fixing, its together we stay
Intending our fortunes to try on the old changing way
We come to your cities and we call on your wives
Well fix up your kettles, please dear missus, well sharpen your knives
And we always agreed that together wed stay
Intending our fortunes to try on the old changing way
Now times, they grow scanty and the money grew thin
We worked for a song but the money, it didnt come in
Now brothers are kindred but hard times betray
And so we stumbled apart on the old changing way
We never agreed to divide our tin
And when youre out of love with your brother, your hard times begin
For the spikes and the brothels, they are shameful to see
But dont you travel alone, boys, this warning you take from me
You must share with your nearest till the end of your days
Or else its forever youll roam the old changing way