I ken ye dinna like it lass, the winter here in toon.
The scaldies (settled/town folk) they miscry us and try to put us doon
And it's hard to raise three bairns in a single fleabox room
But I'll tak ye on the road again, when yellow's on the broom.

CHORUS: When yellow's on the broom x 2
I'll tak ye on the road again (last line of verse)
When yellow's on the broom.

The scaldies cry us "tinker dirt" and scorn oor bairns at school
But who cares what the scaldy think, the scaldy's but a fool.
They never hear the yorlin's song nor see the flax in bloom
For they're aye cooped up in hooses, when yellow's on the broom.

Nae sales for pegs or baskets noo, so just tae stay alive
We've had tae tak the scaldy jobs from eight o'clock til five.
But we call nae man oor master for we own the world aroon'
And we'll bid farewell tae Brechin when yellow's on the broom.

I'm weary for the springtime when we tak the (lorrys mair/ - mare ?)
Tae the plantin' and the pullin on the berry fields o' Blair
When we meet up with oor kinfolk frae a' the country roon
And they gang about for tak the road, when yellow's on the broom.

Yorlin - see Jean Redpath's 'There Were Minstrels' and Yellow Yorlin = Yellow Hammer.
Blair = Blairgowrie.
Sorry about line one, verse four.
This is the best that I can make of the version of the song sung by Jake Donelly on the CD 'Catching the Sun' by the An Teallach Ceilidh Band on the Lismor Label LCOM5208