Rambling round your city
Rambling round your town
But I never see a friend I know
As I go rambling round, boys
As I go rambling round
The peach trees they are loaded
The branches are bending down
Well, I pick them all day
For a dollar, Lord
As I go rambling round, boys
As I go rambling round
Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
Falls down on the ground
Well, there's a hungry mouth
For every peach
As I go rambling round, boys
As I go rambling round
My father hoped
That I would be
Someone of high renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go rambling round, boys
As I go rambling round
Rambling round your city
Rambling round your town
Well, I never see a friend I know
As I go rambling round, boys
As I go rambling round