rose of aberdeen

i'm a rambler i'm a gambler

i'm a long way from my home

if you people don't like me

i can make out on my own

'casue it's dark

and it's rainin'

and the moon gives no light

and my pony can hardly travel

on this darkened road at night

you know once i had a true love

though her age was just sixteen

she was the flower of belton

and the rose of aberdeen

but her parents did not like me

and now she feels much the same

if i'm writ on in your diary

well blot out my name

'cause there's changes in the ocean

and there's changes in the sea

and there's changes in my own true love

but there ain't to changin' me