Well, I was hoping someone else would enter this text. I'm a lousy typist and extremely slow. If you find it full of typos, that's typical of the things I type. Maybe one of the clones can repair it for me. Here's the text as Peggy Seeger wrote it, or at least as Lee Knight remembered her singing it. I found no comparable ballads in Bronson from American tradition, so I suspect Peggy created an American text on her own, in order to match a ballad sung by MacColl - "The Jolly Beggar" or, perhaps, "The Beggar Laddie", or even a version of "The Gaberlunzie Man." I dunno.

The Rambling Man
(Peggy Seeger)

The rambling man was weary and wet;
Down by the side of the fire he sat.
He had a poke and a walking stick,                   (poke: sack or bag)
And merrily he did sing.

The youngest daughter sat by the fire,
And, oh, he sang to her desire.
With every song she would inquire,
"Could I ramble away with you?"

    Iddy-ran, diddy-ran, oran-dee,
    Ramble to Richmond along with me.
    Ramble to Richmond along with me,
    Away with the rambling man.

Well, he said, "My dear, try if you can,
To walk and talk like a rambling man;
Bend your back like a rambling man,
Away with me you'll go."

She bent her back with a wink of her eye;
Sang her songs with many a sigh.
Whenever he'd laugh, she would cry,
"Could I ramble away with you?"

    Iddy-ran, etc.

He said, "My dear, if I was free
As when I came to your country,
I'd dress you up like a fine lady
And away with me you'd go."

She said, "My dear, if I was free
To leave my mama and my own family,
I'd dress myself all beggarly
And away with you I'd go."

    Iddy-ran, etc.

Well, the songs were sung and the stories were told;
She was loving and he was bold.
Though the night was wet and cold,
Away they both did go.

Down in the meadow there's a white oak tree,
Grass as green as you ever did see.
She was loving and he was free,
'Cause he was the rambling man.

    Iddy-ran, etc.

The years went by, maybe three or four;
The corn it was cut five times or more.
The rambling man, he come to my door,
Same old rambling man.

"Well, I've got no use for a rambling man;
That's how my tears and my sorrows began.
I had a daughter and away she ran,
Away with the rambling man."

    Iddy-ran, etc.

"Well, yonder she comes along with me,
She's got babies, one, two, three;
One on her hip and one at her knee,
And another one a-rambling home.

"She's got a wagon and she rides to town,
Silver spoons and a taffety gown;
She's got a pig and a muley cow
Since she rambled away with me."

    Iddy-ran, etc.

(A "muley cow" is simply one without horns, isn't it? What could be offensive about that?)