The Weavers
Ramblin’ Boy
So fare ye well, my ramblin' boy
May all your rambles bring you joy
So fare ye well, my ramblin' boy
May all your rambles bring you joy

He was a man and a friend always
We rambled 'round in the hard, old days
He never cared if I had no dough
We rambled 'round in the rain and snow

So fare ye well, my ramblin' boy
May all your rambles bring you joy
So fare ye well, my ramblin' boy
May all your rambles bring you joy

In Tulsa town we chanced to stray
We thought we'd try to work one day
The boss said he had room for one
Says my old pal, "We'd rather bum."

So fare ye well, my ramblin' boy
May all your rambles bring you joy
So fare ye well, my ramblin' boy
May all your rambles bring you joy

Late one night in a jungle camp
The weather it was cold and damp
He got the chills and he got 'em bad
I lost the only friend I had