When first from boyhood I came to a man To ramble the nation through I soon beganAll the ramblin' thought it came into me mind So they christened me Ramblin' Robin nowSo they christened me Ramblin' Robin Our hills and our mountains are used for to goI slept in the woods where there's frost and there's snowNo anxiety ever came into me mind So intent it was Ramblin' Robin nowSo content it was Ramblin' Robin The wind and the rain oh they blew me quite coldSo they christened me Ramblin' Robin nowMe parents at home they were both growin' oldOh me father did weep and me mother did cry For the loss of their Ramblin' Robin nowFor the loss of their Ramblin' Robin When sixteen long years they were over and passedMe poor mother's sorrow was ended at last And me father the nation did range through and throughOh in search of his Ramblin' RobinOh in search of his Ramblin' Robin When all me past follies they came to an endTo me own native village I did attempt But the neighbours they told me me parents weredead Filled with grief for their Ramblin' RobinOh filled with grief for their Ramblin' RobinWhere shall I wander and where shall I go?Oh where shall I wander and where shall I go?My heart is filled with sorrow and woe, but the nation will wander through and through, and an end put to rambling robbing now, and an end put to rambling robbing.© transcript Emily Beynon