| You rambling boys of pleasure, give ear to those few
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| Lines I write,
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| Although I’m a rover, and in roving I take great
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| Delight.
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| I set my mind on a handsome girl who ofttimes did me
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| Slight,
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| But my mind was never easy till my darling were in my
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| Sight.
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| It was down by Sally’s Garden one evening late I took
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| My way.
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| 'Twas there I spied this pretty little girl, and those
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| Words to
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| Me sure she did say She advised me to take love easy,
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| As the
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| Leaves grew on the tree. |
| But I was young and foolish,
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| With my
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| Darling could not agree.
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| The very next time I met my love, sure I thought her
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| Heart was mine,
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| But as the weather changes, my true love she changed
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| Her mind.
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| Cursed gold is the root of evil, oh it shines with a
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| Glittering hue,
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| Causes many the lad and lass to part, let their hearts
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| Be ever so true.
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| Sure I wish I was in Dublin town, and my true love
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| Along with me.
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| With money to support us and keep us in good company.
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| With lots of liquor plentiful, flowing bowls on every
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| Side,
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| Let fortune never daunt you, my love, we’re both young
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| And the
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| World is wide.
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| But there’s one thing more that grieves me sore is to
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| Be called a runaway
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| And to leave the spot I was born in, oh Cupid cannot
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| Set me free,
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| And to leave that darling girl I love, oh alas, what
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| Will I do?
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| Will I become a rover, sleep with the girl I never knew |