| Ramblin round your city |
| Ramblin round your town |
| I never meet a friend I know |
| As I go ramblin round, boys |
| As I go ramblin round |
| My sweetheart and my parents |
| I left in my old hometown |
| I’m out to do the best I can |
| As I go ramblin around, boys |
| I go ramblin around |
| The peach trees they are loaded |
| The limbs are bending down |
| I pick em all day for a dollar, boy |
| As I go a ramblin around, boys |
| I go a ramblin around |
| Sometimes the fruit gets rotten |
| It falls down on the ground |
| There’s a hungry mouth for every peach |
| As I go a ramblin around, boys |
| I go a ramblin around |
| Ramblin around your city |
| Ramblin around your town |
| I never meet a friend I know |
| As I go ramblin around, boys |
| I go ramblin around |
| My mother hoped that I would be |
| A girl of some renown |
| But I’m just a refugee |
| As I go a ramblin around, boys |
| I go a ramblin around |