The Poor and Rambling Boy Jean Ritchie

[Verse 1]
It's I am a poor and a ramblin' boy
Though many of a show it's I have been
In Cumberland City I pay my way
And spend my money at the balls and play

[Verse 2]
In Cumberland City I married me a wife
Loved her as I loved my life
She treated me kind both night and day
Caused me to rob on the road highway

[Verse 3]
So my pretty little miss, so fare you well
I love you so well no one can tell
If pleasure no more on earth I see
I wouldn't serve you as you're servin' me

[Verse 4]
I robbed them all I will declare
I robbed thеm all in deep despair
I robbed them all tеn thousand pounds
That night when I was a-ramblin' around

[Verse 5]
So my pretty little miss sixteen years old
Hair just as yellow as the shinin' gold
Well, the prettiest face, the sweetest hands
God bless the ground on where she stands