Tinkerin by; Crafton & Terrney

Some men were living in valleys, others on mountains so cold
Some men were damn near to dyin, while others were just growin old
And the word came down, the first time around
Richer their lot a societies found
With a hidy ho, a tinkerin they’ll go

Some men were markin the rivers, others were slave to the land
Some of them rafting to westward, others forced seed from their sand
And the old ancient times are now lost to our minds
Records in regions still living in stone
From the striking of flint to the burning of coal
We cursed sons of Cain are nolonger alone
With a hidy ho, ta tinkerin we’ll go

Some men were countin on silver, others were walkin on gold
And da bees was a buzzin wiff da business
Traveling was daring and bold
And the word came down the second time round
Richer the pot for the robbin they found
With a hidy ho, a tinkerin we’ll go

Wont you marry the world or a **** dancing girl
Loves old fixations are a husband in age
When a love is well sewn a philosophy thrives
To renew old ways and revive our lives
With a hidy ho, a tinkerin we’ll go

Wont you marry the world or a **** dancing girl
Loves old fixations are a husband in age
When a love is well sewn a philosophy thrives
To renew old ways and revive our lives
With a hidy ho, ta tinkerin, ta tailorin, ta soldierin, ta sailorin
We’ll go
We will go

Walter wrote the chorus about 30 years ago an I finished the verses as a story of civilization as a storyteller's lament.
I hope you enjoy it.