There is a house in yonders town, They call the Rising Sun.

voiceCollected by: Mary C. Parler Transcribed by: Anne Connaughton Sung by: W. H. Burnett Fayetteville, Ark. April 16, 1960 Reel 396, Item 5 The House of the Rising Sun There is a house in yonders town, They call the Rising Sun. Its been the ruin of many a poor boy, And it's me, Oh Lord, for one. Go tell my youngest brother, Not to do as I have done, Warn him not to hang around that house, They call the Rising Sun. Oh Mama, Oh Mama, what makes you grieve, That rambling gamble so, I'd rather be that rambling man, Than anyone else I know. Go fill the glasses to the brim, And pass those drinks around, We'll drink a health to that rambling man, As he goes from town to town. For all in the world a rambler needs, Is a suitcase and a trunk, For all the pleasures that he sees, Is when he's on a drunk. Dear friends, take care for the rambling man, To him be nice and kind, You never know what trials you'll meet, You may travel the same old line.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation