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Paul Brady

I Am A Youth That's Inclined To Ramble

 

I Am A Youth That's Inclined To Ramble

(album: Welcome Here Kind Stranger - 1978)


I am a youth that's inclined to ramble
To some foreign country I mean to steer
I am loath to part with my friends and comrades
And my dear sweetheart whom I love dear
But there's one of those I do most admire
On her I'll think when I'm far away
For since fate's decreed I am resolved to part her
And try my fortune in America

So farewell darling since I must leave you
I place great dependence on your constancy
That no other young man may gain your favour
Or change your mind when I am o'er the sea
For although the seas they do separate us
And in between us they do rise and fall
If fortune favours me you'll find your Jamie
Returning homeward from America

Oh, Jamie, dear, do you remember
When I sat with you for many's the hour?
And my young fancy away was carried
And the bees hummed around us on each opening flower?
But when you're crossing the western ocean
The maid that loved you you'll ne'er mind a'va
And you'll scarce e'er think upon the maids of Erin
For you'll find strange sweethearts in America

Oh Mary, dear, I don't dissemble
For to all other fair maids I'll prove untrue
And if you think that these are false promises
I'll leave these vows as a pledge to you
That what I have may prove unsuccessful
And fortune prove to me a slippery ball
That a favouring gale it may ne'er blow on me
If I forsake you in America

And so to conclude and to end these verses
May god protect this young female fair
And keep her from every wild embarrassment
And of my darling take the greatest care
For she's slow to anger and of kind disposition
And her cheeks like roses in June do blaw
In my nightly slumbers
When e'er I think on her
I could court her vision in America

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