Collected by Parler
Mrs. Donna Everett Huntsville, Ark. August 11, 1958
Reel 307, Item 12
The Roving Gambler
I am a roving gambler,
I rove from town to town,
And whenever I spy a pretty little girl I lay my money down.
(The last line of each stanza is repeated.)
I rode on my journey To a Bloomfield town,
And there I spied a pretty little girl And I lay my money down.
I had not been in Bloomfield Many more days than three,
When I fell in love with the pretty little girl
And she fell in love with me.
She asked me in her parlor,
She cooled me with her fan,
She whispered low in her mother’s ear,
I love that gambling man.
Oh daughter, dearest daughter,
How can you treat me so,
To leave your dear old mother And with a gambler go?
Oh Mother, dearest Mother,
You know I love you well,
But the love I have for the gambling man
No human tongue can tell.
i'll bundle up my clothing
And i’ll rove this wide world over And be a gambler's bride.
And when I see him coming, i'll clap my hands for joy,
And say to my old mother,
There comes that gambling man.
With his pockets lined with silver And a in each hand,
I'll have a long and happy life When I'm wed to the gambling man.
-more-The Roving Gambler Reel 307, Item 12 Continued
And now this war is over, I'll lay my down,
To ba a roving gambler I'll wear the starry crown.
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