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He was a pal and a friend always,
We rambled 'round in the hard ol' days;
He never cared if I had no dough,
We rambled 'round in the rain and snow.
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy;
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy.
In Tulsa town we chanced to stray,
We thought we'd try to work one day;
The boss says he had room for one,
Says my old pal, "We'd rather bum."
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy;
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy.
Late one night in a jungle camp,
The weather was cold and it was damp;
He got the chills and he got them bad,
They took the only friend I ever had.
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy;
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy.
He left me here to ramble on,
My ramblin' pal is dead and gone;
If when we die we go somewhere,
I'll bet you a dollar he's ramblin' there.
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy;
So here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy.
Recorded by John Barr aka "Little" John Cameron from Blantyre, Scotland and Torbay, NL [1943-2002] (Sit Down, Mr. Music Man ©1967 Boot Records, Toronto).