| Well, the first of me rambles I now will sing
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| Like any small bird or thrush on the wing
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| When the sun arose for to bless the land
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| Well, I was free and easy for to jog along
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| Well, the first place I rambled was to Derry Quay
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| Just a few miles distant of Ballybofey
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| They sat me down for to sing a song
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| For I was free and easy for to jog along
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| Well, the next place I rambled was to Glasgow green
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| Where lads and lassies were to be seen
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| But I was the blithest of all the throng
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| For I was free and easy for to jog along
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| Well, I had not gone but a very short space
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| When a nice, wee girl, she smiled in my face
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| She asked of me, am I a married man
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| No, I’m free and easy for to jog along
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| Well, I took this wee girl into an inn
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| There we drank brandy, strong ale and gin
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| She asked of me, would I give heart and hand
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| And give o’er free and easy for to jog along
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| Oh no, fair maiden, such things can’t be
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| For I am bound for to cross the sea
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| When a man gets married, his race is run
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| He’s no more free and easy for to jog along
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| Look at yonder stream, how it gently glides
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| It can go no further than it’s allowed
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| It can go no further that it gets command
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| But me, I’m free and easy for to jog along |