You Rambling Boys Of Pleasure

You rambling boys of pleasure, give ear to those few

Lines I write,

Although I'm a rover, and in roving I take great

Delight.

I set my mind on a handsome girl who ofttimes did me

Slight,

But my mind was never easy till my darling were in my

Sight.

It was down by Sally's Garden one evening late I took

My way.

'Twas there I spied this pretty little girl, and those

Words to

Me sure she did say She advised me to take love easy,

As the

Leaves grew on the tree. But I was young and foolish,

With my

Darling could not agree.

The very next time I met my love, sure I thought her

Heart was mine,

But as the weather changes, my true love she changed

Her mind.

Cursed gold is the root of evil, oh it shines with a

Glittering hue,

Causes many the lad and lass to part, let their hearts

Be ever so true.

Sure I wish I was in Dublin town, and my true love

Along with me.

With money to support us and keep us in good company.

With lots of liquor plentiful, flowing bowls on every

Side,

Let fortune never daunt you, my love, we're both young

And the

World is wide.

But there's one thing more that grieves me sore is to

Be called a runaway

And to leave the spot I was born in, oh Cupid cannot

Set me free,

And to leave that darling girl I love, oh alas, what

Will I do?

Will I become a rover, sleep with the girl I never knew