American Old Time Song Lyrics: 10 The Gamboling Man

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 10

THE GAMBOLING MAN.

I am a roving traveler,
And go from town to town;
Whene'er I see a table spread,
So merrily I sit down,
So merrily I sit down;
Whene'er I see a table spread.
So merrily I sit down.

I had not been traveling
But a few days, perhaps three,
When I fell in love with a London girl.
And she in love with me,
And she in love with me;
When I fell in love with a London girl,
And she in love with me.

She took me to her dwelling
And cooled me with a fan;
She whisper'd low in her mother's ear:
"I love the gamboling man,
I love the gamboling man;
She whispered low in her mother's ear:
"I love the gamboling man."

"Oh, daughter, dear daughter,
How could you treat me so,
To leave your poor old mother
And with the gamboler go,
And with the gamboler go;
To leave your poor old mother
And with the gamboler go? "

"'Tis true I love you dearly,
'Tis true I love you well,
But the love I have for the gamboling man
No human tongue can tell,
No human tongue can tell;
The I have for the gamboling man
No human tongue can tell.

"So I'll bundle up my clothing,
With him will leave my home;
I'll travel the world over
Wherever he may roam,
Wherever he may roam;
I'll travel the world over
Wherever he may roam."