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1. I toss my cap up into the air, / And away whil'st all are sleeping, / The host may swear, and the hostess stare, / And the pretty maids be weeping: / There is never a place that I do grace, / Which a second time shall see my face; / For I travel the world from place to place, / And still am a Rambling Sailor.
2. O when I come to London town, / Or enter any city, / I settle down at the Bell or Crown, / And court each lass that's pretty. / And I say, "My dear, be of good cheer, / I'll never depart, you need not fear! " / But I traveled the country far and near / And still am a Rambling Sailor.
3. And if that you would know my name, / I've any that you fancy, / 'Tis never the same, as I change my flame, / From Bet, to Joan, or Nancy. / I court maids all, marry none at all, / My heart is round, and rolls as a ball, / And I travel the land from Spring to Fall, / And still am a Rambling Sailor.