(G)You rambling boys of (C)pleas(G)ure
(C)Give (D)ear unto these(C) lines I (G)write
(C)I (D)own I(Em) am a(D)
rov(C)er
In (C)rambling (G)I take great de(C)light
I (D)cast my (Em)mind on a (D)handsome(C)girl
And (G)often times
she does me (C)slight
My (G)mind is never (C)ea(G)sy
(C)Exc(D)ept when my true love, is(C) in my (G)sight.
Down
by yon flowery gardens
Where me and my true love do meet
I took her in my arms
And unto her gave kisses sweet
She
bade me take love easy
Just as the leaves fall from the tree
But I being young and foolish
With my own true love
I did not agree.
And the second time I met my love
I thought that her heart was surely mine
But as the
season changes
My darling girl has changed her mind
Gold is the root of evil
Although it bears a glistening hue
Causes
many the lad and the lass to part
Though their hearts like mine be e’er so true.
And I wish I was in
Belfast town
And my true love along with me
And money in my pocket
To keep us in good company
Liquor to be plenty
A
flowing glass on every side
Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
For I am young and the world is wide.
