As I was walking to Birmingham Fair In my new scarlet jacket and everything rare To where man pass by and these words they did say: "Are you the young man they call Rambleaway?"
The very first steps I took into the fair I spied pretty Nancy a-combing her hair She tipped me the wink and she rolled her dark eye Says I to myself, "I'll be there by and by"
As I was a-walking that night in the dark I took my bright Nancy to be my sweetheart She smiled in my face and 'tis what she did say "Are you the young man they call Rambleaway?"
I said,"Now, pretty Nancy, don't smile in my face For I do not intend to stay long in this place" So I gave her three doubles and fair length and share I said that I might ramble but the devil knows where
Now, twenty-four weeks they were over and past This fair pretty maiden did sicken at last Her gown wouldn't meet nor her apron strings tie And all through the love of young RambleawayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
