It must be related to "The Darby Ram" but I think it is an American version. It was popular at the turn of the century and became a standard in both jazz and country.

In a book I read about nineteenth century saloons there was a story about a goat who lived in the alleys of Chicago. He was fed by the saloon owners and petted by the hookers and when he butted someone the police looked the other way. He had a perfect life until he saw a herd of sheep going down the street and joined them figuring they must be going to a party. Of course they were on their way to the slaughterhouse. This, said the book, was the origin of the song.

Anyway, here is Charlie Poole's version:

DIDN'T HE RAMBLE

Mother raised three grown sons, Buster, Bill and I
Buster was the black sheep of our little family
Mother tried to break him of his rough and rowdy ways
Finally had to get the judge to give him ninety days

Chorus:
Didn't he ramble, ramble,
He rambled all around
In and out of town
Oh, didn't he ramble, ramble
He rambled till the butchers cut him down

He rambled in a gambling game, he rambled on the green
The gamblers there showed him a trick that he had never seen
He lost his gold and jewelry, he like to lost his life
He lost the car that carried him there and someone stole his wife

Chorus

He rambled in a swell hotel, his appetite was stout
When he refused to pay the bill the landlord kicked him out
He reached a brick to smack him with and when he went to stop
The landlord kicked him over the fense into a barrel of slop

Chorus ^^^