Oh the highland lands are come to
town
And landed in head waters
The colonel fell for a pretty little
girl
The farmer's only daughter
The general bet five thousand pounds
The colonel wouldn't dress up in a
beggars gowns
Would she travel the world around and
round
Would she go with the rambling siuler
Oh the colonel started out next day
Dressed in beggars clothing
It wasn't long til he found his way
To the farmer's lowly dwelling
"Oh farmer shelter me for the
night
I'll sleep in your barn until
daylight
Take pity on a beggar's awful plight
God help a rambling siuler."
The farmer said, "The night is
wet
You can come to the kitchen
fire."
The colonel says to the serving maid
"It's you I do admire
Would you leave them all and come
with me
Leave them all my stor mo chroi"
"What a lusty beggar you must be
Away with the rambling siuler!"
The farmer and his servants all
They fell into loud laughter
When who came tripping down the
stairs
But the farmer's only daughter
She'd two bright eyes like the
morning skies
Soon as the beggar he did her spy
She fairly caught his roving eye
"She'll be mine," says the
rambling siuler
And the farmer and his servants all
They went out to the byre
He put his arm around her waist
As they sat by the kitchen fire
He put his hand upon her knee
Unto her gave kisses three
Says she, "How dare you make so
free
And it's you but a rambling
siuler."
When supper it was over
They made his bed in the barn
Between two sacks and a winnow cloth
For fear that he take harm
At twelve o'clock that very night
She came to the barn
She was dressed in white
The beggar rose in great delight
"She's mine," says the
rambling siuler
And he threw off his beggar's clothes
He threw them against the wall
He stood the bravest gentleman
That was among them all
Will you look at my locks of golden
hair
Under this sooty old hat I wear
"I'm a colonel bold I do
declare, and none but a
Rambling siuler."
"And I wouldn't for one hundred
pounds
That you and I be found here
Would you travel around the whole
night long
And go with the rambling siuler,
"
So it's off to the general's house
they've gone
Great is the wager he has won
And away to the sound of the fife and
the drum
She's away with the rambling siuler.
The Rambling Siúler was collected in the North of Ireland by Sam Henry and is obviously Scottish in origin. Once again a fatal fascination for beggars brings ultimate reward to the farmer’s daughter (how did they do it?) An unlikely tale, this, but we like the colonel-come-beggar’s cunning in the third verse where he feigns interest in the serving girl, presumably to convince the farmer that he wasn’t going to try and get off with his daughter.
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