I am a youth that's inclined to ramble,
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To some foreign country I meen to steer,
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I am loath to part from my friends and comrades,
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And my dear sweatheart, whom I loved dear.
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But there's one of those I do most admire,
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One her I 'll think when I 'm far away,
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For since fates decreed I am resolved to part her,
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And try my fortune in Americay
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So farewell darling I must leave you,
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I place great dependence on your constancy,
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That no other young man may gain your favour,
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Or change your mind when I am o'ver the sea.
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For although the seas do separate us,
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And in between us they do rise and fall,
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If fortune favours me you'll find your Jamie,
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Returning homeward from Americay.
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Oh Jamie dear do you remember,
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When I sat with you for manys the hour,
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And my young fancy away was carried,
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And the bees hummed around on each opening flower,
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But when you're crossing the western ocean.
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The maid that loved you, you'll ne'er mind ava,
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And you'll scarce e'er think upon the maids of Erin,
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For you'll find strange sweethearts in America.
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Oh Mary dear, I don't disemble,
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For to all other fair maids I 'll prove untrue,
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And if you think that these are fales promise,
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I 'll leave these vows as a pledge to you.
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That what I have may prove unsuccessful,
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And fortune prove to me a slippery ball,
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That a favoring gale it may n'er blow on me,
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If forsake you in America.
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And to conclude and to end these verses,
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May God profect this young female fair,
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And keep her from every wild embarrassment,
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And of my darling take the greatest care.
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For she's slow to anger and of kind disposition,
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And her cheeks like roses in June do blaw,
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In my nightly slumbers when e'er I think on her,
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I could court her vision in America.
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I Am A Youth That's Inclined To Ramble
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| Cara Dillon |
