Classic Poem

1

I am a roving traveler and go from town to town,
Whene'er I see a table spread so merrily I sit down.

2

I had not been traveling but a few days, perhaps three,
When I fell in love with a London girl, and she in love with me.

3

She took me to her dwelling and cooled me with a fan.
She whispered low in her mother's ear, I love the gamboling man.

4

Oh, daughter, dear daughter, how could you treat me so,
To leave your poor old mother and with the gamboler go?

5

'Tis true I love you dearly, 'tis true I love you well,
But the love I have for the gamboling man no human tongue can tell.

6

So I'll bundle up my clothing, with him will leave my home,
I'll travel the world over wherever he may roam.