Rambling Rose

And rambling she runs

With her long hair hanging down

From the country to the town

Through the city streets she goes

My rambling rose.

And her fierce heart

Ne'er will be tamed

Try to tie her down but her wildness remains

From her bonnie head to her bonnie toes

My rambling rose

And I know the man she loves is not me

As she stares out across the sea

To where the wild West wind blows

My rambling rose

And I know that my poor heart's a fool

For it's my poor heart she rules

And I'll go where'er she goes

My rambling rose