Rambling Robin - Christy Moore

When first from boyhood I came to a man

To ramble the nation through soon I began

Oh the ramblin' thought that came into me mind

So they christened me Ramblin' Robin oh

So they christened me Ramblin' Robin

O’er hills and o’er mountains I used to go

I slept in the woods where there’s frost and there’s snow

No anxiety ever came into me mind

So contented was Ramblin' Robin oh

So contented was Ramblin' Robin

The wind and the rain oh they blew mw quite cold

Me parents at home they were both growing old

Oh me father did weep and me mother did cry

For the loss of their Ramblin' Robin oh

For the loss of their Ramblin' Robin

When sixteen long years they were over and past

Me poor mother’s sorrow was ended at last

And me father the nation did range through and through

Oh in search for his Ramblin' Robin oh

Oh in search for his Ramblin' Robin

When all me past follies they came to an end

To me own little village I did attend

Oh the neighbours they told me my parents were dead

Filled with grief for their Ramblin' Robin oh

Filled with grief for their Ramblin' Robin

Oh where shall I wander and where shall I go?

Me heart it is filled with sorrow and woe

Oh the nation I’ll wander through and through

And an end put to Ramblin' Robin oh

And an end put to Ramblin' Robin