Poor Boy

Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbor
Never do what is proper
For my fair share of labor

I'm a poor boy, I'm a rover
Count your coins and throw them over my shoulder
I may grow older

Nobody knows how cold it grows
Nobody sees how shaky my knees
Nobody cares how steep my stairs
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 I've forgotten
Never asked what I came from
How I was begotten

I'm a poor boy, I'm a ranger
Things I say may seem stranger than Sunday
Changing to Monday

Nobody knows how cold it flows
Nobody feels the warm downheels
Nobody's eyes make the skies
And nobody spreads their aching heads

Oh, poor boy, so worried for his life
Oh, poor boy, so keen to take a wife
He's a messm but he'll say yes
If you just dress in whites

Oh, poor boy, so sorry for himself
Oh, poor boy, so worried for his health
Oh, poor boy, so worried for his life
Oh, poor boy, so keen to take a wife