Journeyman Nature

There is a man from the territory of Monquay
Who has him a time in the county of Hampnay
Makes his way ‘round playing fun on the banji
He does well we say, eats steak and fine whiskey
Come to our town young Journeyman Nature
Treat us to songs and trades of good pleasure
Lend us your grace and your fine world of humor
Make us forget that we live like a pauper

Born of a draper and a mother named Gramnay
His first one had died when he was a baby
Learned to play not long after that day
Made his old man happy and that is why we say
Come to our town young Journeyman Nature
Treat us to songs and trades of good pleasure
Lend us your grace and your fine world of humor
Make us forget that we live like a pauper

They drink from his wine
And bathe in his waters
Keep him alive in their sons and their daughters

There is a grave in the territory of Monquay
Where the people dance ‘round banging fun on the tambi
They loved this young man ‘cause he made them so happy
They loved this young man ‘cause he gave life so gladly
Come to our town young Journeyman Nature
Treat us to songs and trades of good pleasure
Lend us your grace and your fine world of humor
Make us forget that we live like a pauper

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