THE RAMBLIN' BOY





They call me the rude, the ramblin’ boy, 

Through many bright shores that I’ve been through, 

Through London City I made my way,

And spent my money in a ball and play.



I married there a darling wife,

I loved her dearly as my life, 

I dressed her up so lovely and so gay,

She causes me to rob the road’s high way.



I robbed them all I will declare,

I robbed them on James Island Square,

I robbed them of ten thousand pound

One night when I was ramblin’ around.



I’ve got dry goods to carry me through,

Two bright swords, and a pistol too,

A pretty fair maid to face my foe,

With a blue silk ribbon and silver and gold.



And now I am condemmed to die,

For me a many a poor girl will cry,

But all their tears can’t set me free

Now save me from the gallows tree.



Mother says she’ll weep and mourn,

Father says he’s left alone,

Sister says she’ll meet despair

With a diamond ring, and curly hair.



Come all young men, take warning by this:

Never to marry a ficety turst.

She’ll cause you to rob, to murder and to steal,

She’ll cause you to hang on the gallows tree.