1. You see me goin' down this track
and I'm never comin' back.
Next time you see me I'll be home.
Make my bed and light the light,
I'll be with you Monday night.
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.

Hmm. It occurs to me that guys heading for home after ramblin' always arrive on a Sunday or a Monday. Does anybody else feel that way? I mean, who ever sang "I'll be with your Thursday night"?



2. There was a lady in the north
and none could find her merrow.
She was courted by nine gentlemen
and a ploughboy lad from Yarrow.