Here you go:

There's a piercing wintry breeze blowing through the budding trees.
I buttoned up my coat to keep me warm,
But the days are on the mend and I'm on the road again
With my fiddle snug and close beneath my arm.

CHORUS: I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues.
I have rosin in my pocket for my bow.
My fiddle-strings are new and I've learned a tune or two,
So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go.

I'm as happy as a king when I catch a breath of spring,
And the grass is turning green as winter ends,
And the geese are on the wing and the thrushes start to sing,
And I'm headed down the road to see my friends.

I have friends in every town as I ramble up and down,
Making music at the markets and the fairs,
To the donkeys and the creels and the farmers making deals
And the yellow-headed tinker selling wares.

Here's a health to one and all, to the big and to the small,
To the rich and poor alike and foe and friend.
When we return again, may our foes have turned to friends.
May peace and joy be with you until then.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 21-Aug-02.