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Come, listen to my ditty, From Fredericton I steer, | Come, listen to my ditty, From Fredericton I steer, "Like every jolly fellow, I like my lager beer;" Like every jolly fellow, my ways are sometimes queer, For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier. | ||
"Like every jolly fellow, I like my lager beer;" | |||
Like every jolly fellow, my ways are sometimes queer, | |||
For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier. | |||
In the town of Fredericton I've often cut a dash, I've learnt the secret long ago to use my cheek for cash; I'm in with all the pretty girls, who call me "little dear," For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier. | |||
For I'm a rambling rake of poverty and a son of a Gambolier. | |||
O I | O many a jolly time I've had, all through my college life, And when my sheepskin I obtain, I'll look then for a wife; I'll ask some girl that's got the rocks to wed me else I'll die, For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier. | ||
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For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier. | |||
She'll answer me in tones so sweet, "Yes, love, I'll be thine," And with the governor's pocketbook, O won't we cut a shine; We'll drive out in the park each day; O, how is that for high? For I'm a rambling rake of poverty and a son of a Gambolier. | |||
''' | O I wish I had a barrel of rum, and sugar three hundred pound, The chapel bell to put 'em in, and the clapper to stir 'em round; I'd drink to the health of the Fredericton girls, the darlings far and near, For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier. | ||
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© UNB Archives & Special Collections, 2012 | *''Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici''. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1881. | ||
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Revision as of 08:10, 27 May 2014
Lyrics:
(Air: "Son of a Gambolier")
Come, listen to my ditty, From Fredericton I steer, "Like every jolly fellow, I like my lager beer;" Like every jolly fellow, my ways are sometimes queer, For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier.
In the town of Fredericton I've often cut a dash, I've learnt the secret long ago to use my cheek for cash; I'm in with all the pretty girls, who call me "little dear," For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier.
O many a jolly time I've had, all through my college life, And when my sheepskin I obtain, I'll look then for a wife; I'll ask some girl that's got the rocks to wed me else I'll die, For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier.
She'll answer me in tones so sweet, "Yes, love, I'll be thine," And with the governor's pocketbook, O won't we cut a shine; We'll drive out in the park each day; O, how is that for high? For I'm a rambling rake of poverty and a son of a Gambolier.
O I wish I had a barrel of rum, and sugar three hundred pound, The chapel bell to put 'em in, and the clapper to stir 'em round; I'd drink to the health of the Fredericton girls, the darlings far and near, For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, and a son of a Gambolier.
Source(s):
- Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1881.
© UNB Archives & Special Collections, 2012