I'm a rambler; I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from my home
And if you people don't like me
Just leave me alone

'Cause it's dark and it's rainy
And the moon gives no light
And my pony can hardly travel
On this dark road at night

I once had me a young love
And her age was sixteen
She was the flower of Belton
And the rose of Saline

But her parents didn't like me
And now she's just the same
So if I'm writ on your books, girl
Just blot out my name

I remember this from Ian Tyson's singing on the first Ian and Sylvia album. Fell in love with his voice, bought a black vest and a 12 string, and the rest is history!