Gordon Bok - Ramble away

As I was a-^Gwalking down Birmingham ^AmStreet In m' ^Gnew scarlet jacket, all neat and com^Amplete The young ^Ggirls all smiled as ^Bmthey passed me by Saying ^Gone to another, there goes ^DRamblea^Emway ^{G Am}

And ^Emas I was a-^Gwalking down Birmingham ^AmFair I ^Gspied pretty Nancy, combing her ^Amhair She ^Gsmiled in my face and ^Bmto me did say "Ain't ^Gyou the young fella they call ^DRamblea^Emway"

I said, "Pretty ^GNancy, don't smile in my ^Amface For I ^Gdo not intend to stay long in this ^Amplace" "Oh, then ^Gwhere are you going? Come ^Bmtell me, my dear" So I ^Gtold her I'd ramble, the ^Ddevil knows ^Emwhere ^{G Am}

When ^Emtwenty-four ^Gweeks, they were over and ^Ampast This ^Gpretty young wench, she grew thick round the ^Amwaist And her ^Ggown wouldn't pin, nor her ^Bmapron strings tie And she ^Glonged for the sight of young ^DRamblea^Emway ^{G Am}

So come all ye young ^Gmaidens, take a warning by ^Amme When ^Gcourting your fellow, don't be easy and ^Amfree Don't ^Gdress yourselves up and go ^Bmout on the play For it's ^Gthere you might meet with young ^DRamblea^Emway Ramblea^Amway Oh, it's ^Gthere you might meet with young ^DRamblea^Emway ^{G Am}