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Never sing for my supper

I never help my neighbour

Never do what is proper

For my share of labour.



Im a poor boy

And Im a rover

Count your coins and

Throw them over my shoulder

I may grow older

Nobody knows

How cold it grows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If I cross their stiles.



Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.



Never know what I came for

Seems that Ive forgotten

Never ask what I came for

Or how I was begotten.



Im a poor boy

And Im a ranger

Things I say

May seem stranger than sunday

Changing to monday.

Nobody knows

How cold it flows

And nobody feels

The worn down heels

Nobodys eyes

Make the skies

Nobody spreads

Their aching heads.



Oh poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh poor boy

So keen to take a wife.



Hes a mess but hell say yes

If you just dress in white.



Nobody knows

How cold it blows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If you cross their stiles.



Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.



Oh poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh poor boy

So keen to take a wife.



Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health

Oh poor boy.

Never sing for my supper

I never help my neighbour

Never do what is proper

For my share of labour.



Im a poor boy

And Im a rover

Count your coins and

Throw them over my shoulder

I may grow older

Nobody knows

How cold it grows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If I cross their stiles.



Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.



Never know what I came for

Seems that Ive forgotten

Never ask what I came for

Or how I was begotten.



Im a poor boy

And Im a ranger

Things I say

May seem stranger than sunday

Changing to monday.

Nobody knows

How cold it flows

And nobody feels

The worn down heels

Nobodys eyes

Make the skies

Nobody spreads

Their aching heads.



Oh poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh poor boy

So keen to take a wife.



Hes a mess but hell say yes

If you just dress in white.



Nobody knows

How cold it blows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If you cross their stiles.



Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.



Oh poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh poor boy

So keen to take a wife.



Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health

Oh poor boy.

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