Poor Boy

Never sing for my supper

I never help my neighbour

Never do what is proper

For my share of labour.

I m a poor boy

And I m 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

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.

Never know what I came for

Seems that I ve forgotten

Never ask what I came for

Or how I was begotten.

And I m a ranger

Things I say

May seem stranger than Sunday

Changing to Monday.

How cold it flows

And nobody feels

The worn down heels

Nobody s eyes

Make the skies

Nobody spreads

Their aching heads.

So worried for his life

So keen to take a wife.

He s a mess but he ll say yes

If you just dress in white.

How cold it blows

If you cross their stiles.

So worried for his health

Oh poor boy.