Poor Boy
Never sing for my supperI never help my neighbourNever do what is properFor my share of labour.
I'm a poor boyAnd I'm a roverCount your coins andThrow them over my shoulderI may grow olderNobody knowsHow cold it growsAnd nobody seesHow shaky my kneesNobody caresHow steep my stairsAnd nobody smilesIf I cross their stiles.
Oh poor boySo sorry for himselfOh poor boySo worried for his health.You may say every dayWhere will he stay tonight.
Never know what I came forSeems that I've forgottenNever ask what I came forOr how I was begotten.
I'm a poor boyAnd I'm a rangerThings I sayMay seem stranger than sundayChanging to monday.Nobody knowsHow cold it flowsAnd nobody feelsThe worn down heelsNobody's eyesMake the skiesNobody spreadsTheir aching heads.
Oh poor boySo worried for his lifeOh poor boySo keen to take a wife.
He's a mess but he'll say yesIf you just dress in white.
Nobody knowsHow cold it blowsAnd nobody seesHow shaky my kneesNobody caresHow steep my stairsAnd nobody smilesIf you cross their stiles.
Oh poor boySo sorry for himselfOh poor boySo worried for his health.You may say every dayWhere will he stay tonight.
Oh poor boySo worried for his lifeOh poor boySo keen to take a wife.
Oh poor boySo sorry for himselfOh poor boySo worried for his healthOh poor boy.