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