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the son of a gambolier

the son of a gambolier:
traditional song

song sample:
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lyrics:

i’m a rambling wretch of poverty, from tip’ry town i came.
’twas poverty compelled me first to go out in the rain;
in all sorts of weather, be it wet or be it dry,
i am bound to get my livelihood or lay me down and die.

 

refrain:
then combine your humble ditties as from tavern to tavern we steer;
like every honest fellow, i drinks my lager beer;
like every jolly fellow, i takes my whiskey clear,
i’m the rambling wretch of poverty, and the son of a gambolier
i’m the son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a gambolier.

i was once tall and handsome, and was so very neat;
they thought i was too good to live, most good enough to eat;
but now i’m old my coat is torn, and poverty holds me fast.
and every girl turns up her nose as i go wandering past.
refrain:

i’m a rambling wretch of poverty, from tip’ry town i came;
my coat i bought from an old shop way down in maiden lane;
my hat i got from a sailor lad just eighteen years ago,
and my shoes i picked from an old dust heap, which everyone shunned but me!

download the chords!

pdf the_son_of_a_gambolier.pdf

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