I ken ye dinna like it, lass Tae winter here in toon The scaldies, aye, miscry us And they try tae put us doon And it's hard to raise three bairns In a single flea-box room But I'll tak' ye on the road again When yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom I'll tak' ye on the road again When yellow's on the broom The scaldies cry us 'tinker dirt' And sconce our bairns in school But who cares what a scaldy thinks For a scaldy's but a fool He's never heard the yarlin's song Nor seen the flax in bloom For they're a' cooped up in hooses When the yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom They're a' cooped up in hooses When the yellow's on the broom [Instrumental] No sale for pegs or baskets, noo So just to stay alive We have tae work at scaldy jobs Frae nine o'clock till five But we call nae man our maister For we own the world's room And I'll bid fareweel tae Brechin When the yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom We'll bid fareweel tae Brechin When the yellow's on the broom I'm weary for the springtime When we'll tak' the road once mair For the pearlin' and the plantin' And the berry fields of Blair We'll meet up wi' oor kinfolk Frae a' the country roon' When the ganaboot folk tak' the road And the yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom The ganaboot folk tak' the road And the yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom When yellow's on the broom I'll tak' ye on the road again When yellow's on the broom