As I was a-walking down Birmingham Street In mah new scarlet jacket, all neat and complete The young girls all smiled as they passed me by Saying one to another, there goes Rambleaway And as I was a-walking down Birmingham Fair I spied pretty Nancy, combing her hair She smiled in my face and to me did say "Ain't you the young fella they call Rambleaway" (Instrumental) I said, "Pretty Nancy, don't smile in my face For I do not intend to stay long in this place" "Oh, then where are you going? Come tell me, my dear" I told her I'd ramble, the devil knows where When twenty-four weeks, they were over and past This pretty young wench, she grew thick round the waist And her gown wouldn't pin, nor her apron strings tie And she longed for the sight of young Rambleaway (Instrumental) So come all ye young maidens, take a warning by me When courting your fellow, don't be easy and free Don't dress yourselves up and go out on the play For it's there you might meet with young Rambleaway Rambleaway Oh, it's there you might meet with young Rambleaway