BARE LEGGED JOE Irish Rovers 
Bare legged Joe knows the curlew's cry He runs with the hare when the summer's nigh A tinker boy is fancy free In the quiet green hills of Sligo 
Don't wish someday that you could go With a bag on your back and a pace that's slow Leave your home in the city smoke With the tinkers to go roving 
That tinker boy never went to school But you can tell he's no one's fool He knows how to fish and to lay a snare He can sing like a lark in the morning 
Think I'll leave and go with him Now that the summer is coming in Travel the road with the tinker band And a bare legged boy to lead me 
recorded by the Irish Rovers  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk