I'm 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, it's together we stay Intending our fortunes to try on the Old Changing Way We come to your cities and we call on your wives We'll fix up your kettles, please dear missus, we'll sharpen your knives And we always agreed that together we'd 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 didn't 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 you're out of love with your brother your hard times begin For the spikes and the brothels, they are shameful to see But don't you travel alone, boys, this warning you take from me You must share with your nearest 'till the end of your days Or else it's forever you'll roam the Old Changing Way