Journeyman, Lyric Variant 02


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Journeyman, Lyric Variant 02


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.


Folk songs, English -- United States Gamblers -- Songs and music Courtship -- Songs and music Mothers and daughters -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Roving Journeyman. Broom Field Town. The Rovin' Gambler. The Guerilla Man. Gamblin' Man. Gamboling Man. Guerilla Boy. The Roving Gambler. The Roving Pedlar


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection

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I. G. Greer


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The Gambling Man

I am a rovin' gambler
I’ve gambled all around
Wherever I meet with a gambling man
I'd lie my money down.

I've gambled down in Washington,
I've gambled out in Spain.
I'm going down in Georgia,
To gamble my last game.

I had not been in Washington
Many more weeks than three
Till I fell in love with a pretty Miss
And she fell in love with me.

She took me in her parlor.
She cooled me with her fan.
She whispered low in her Mother’s ear
I'm in love with a gambling man.

Mother, O dear Mother,
You know I love you well
But the love I have for the gambling man
No human tongue can tell.

Daughter, O dear daughter,
How could you treat me so?
To leave your dear old Mother
And with a gambler go.

Mother, O Mother,
Forgive me if you can.
If you ever see me coming again,
I’ll be with the gambling man.

Classification Title

Journeyman, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

The Gambling Man

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Drink and Gambling Songs - 49 Randolph - 835 Laws, H 4

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

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Leila E. Weinstein

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