I am a roaming journeyman, I roam from town to town, And when I get a job of work I’m willing to sit down. With my bundle on my shoulder, with my stick all in my hand, And it’s round the country I will go, like a roaming journeyman.
Now when I get to Brighton Town, the girls they jump for joy, Saying one unto the other, “There comes the roaming boy.” One hands to me the bottle, and the other holds the glass, And the toast goes round the table, “Here’s good luck to the journeyman.”
I cannot think the reason why my love she looks so sly, I never had any false heart to any young female kind. I never had a false heart to any young female kind, But I always went a-roaming for to leave my girl behind.
sung by Tom Willett and Chris Willett on the Willett Family’s 1962 Topic album The Roving Journeymen.