Tradycyjne - A Trace Boy on Ligoniel Hill

1. Do ye mind the old horse trams a long time ago,
As they passed through the city at jog trot or slow?
On the level they cantered, but the pace it did kill
When they got to the bottom of Ligoniel Hill.

2. But the trace-boys were there with a heart and a hand,
They let down the traces and buckled each band.
The passengers sat on contented and still
When they saw the bold trace-boys of Ligoniel hill.

3. Away we did canter as fast as the wind,
And left the poor country carts plodding behind
And that song of the wind in my heart I hear still
As when I was a trace-boy on Ligoniel Hill.

4. The youth of today hold their heads in the air
And the young girls pass by with a golliwog stare,
Let them pity the crulge on my back if they will
But I once was a trace-boy on Ligoniel Hill.

5. My friends all departed, and work now so scarce,
The only thing left is a ride in a hearse;
For the sky is my roof and my bed a brick-kiln,
Yet I once was a trace-boy on Ligoniel Hill.