| Lyrics: | 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 ?
@love @parting @courtship @rambling
From Penguin Book of
Canadian Folk Songs, Fowke
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