Lyr. Add: SON OF A GAMBOLIER
A Princeton Song (1894 version)

I used to be as gay a sport
as ever walked the street,
I was so very handsome,
I was almost fit to eat;
But now I'm old and seedy grown,
and poverty holds me fast,
The boys and girls smile at me,
but still I take my glass.

Come join my humble ditty,
From Tippery town I steer,
Like every good honest fellow,
I likes my lager beer.

Like ev'ry good honest fellow,
I takes my whiskey clear,
For I'm a rambling rake of poverty,
And a son of a gambolier.

I wish I had a barrel of rum,
and sugar three hundred pound,
With the chapel bell to put it in,
And the clapper to stir it round;
I'd drink to the health of Nassau Hall,
and the girls both far and near,
For I'm a rambling rake of poverty,
And the son of a gambolier.

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Like ev'ry good honest fellow,
I takes my whiskey clear,
For I'm a rambling rake of poverty,
And a son of a gambolier.

With music, "Carmina Princetonia, The University Song Book," Eighth Edition Supplementary, pp. 10-11. Martin R. Dennis & Co., 1894.

This seems to have been a Princeton song from the beginning, but some have suggested an origin in England or Ireland.