Poor Boy

Never sing for my supper

I never help my neighbor

Never do what is proper

For my share of labor

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

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 ask what I came from

Or how I was begotten

I'm a poor boy and I'm a ranger

Things I say

May seem stranger than Sunday

Changing to Monday

Nobody knows how cold it flows

And nobody feels worn down heels

Nobody's eyes make the skies

Nobody spreads aching heads

Oh, poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh, poor boy

So keen to take a wife

He's a mess but he'll say 'yes'

If you just dress in white

Nobody knows how cold it blows

And nobody sees how shaky are my knees

Nobody cares how steep my stairs

And nobody smiles if you 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?

Oh, poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh, poor boy

So keen to take a wife

Oh, poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh, poor boy

So worried for his health

Oh, poor boy

So worried for his health