A Son of a Gambolier

Lyrics

Come join my humble ditty From Tippery town I steer Like ev'ry honest fellow I take my lager beer Like ev'ry honest fellow I take my whiskey clear I'm a rambling rake of poverty And a son of a Gambolier I wish I had a barrel of rum And sugar three hundred pound The college bell to mix it in The clapper to stir it round; I'd drink the health of dear old Yale And friends both far and near I'm a rambling rake of poverty And a son of a Gambolier