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 'Cause it's dark and it's raining 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 Lord, her age was just sixteen She was the flower of Belloton And the rose of Aberdeen But her parents did not like me And now she feels much the same If I'm written 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 no change in me