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Never sing for my supper |
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I never help my neighbour |
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Never do what is proper |
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For my share of labour. |
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I'm a poor boy |
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And I'm a rover |
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Count your coins and |
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Throw them over my shoulder |
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I may grow older |
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Nobody knows |
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How cold it grows |
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And nobody sees |
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How shaky my knees |
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Nobody cares |
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How steep my stairs |
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And nobody smiles |
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If I cross their stiles. |
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Oh poor boy |
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So sorry for himself |
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Oh poor boy |
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So worried for his health. |
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You may say every day |
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Where will he stay tonight. |
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Never know what I came for |
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Seems that I've forgotten |
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Never ask what I came for |
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Or how I was begotten. |
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I'm a poor boy |
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And I'm a ranger |
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Things I say |
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May seem stranger than Sunday |
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Changing to Monday. |
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Nobody knows |
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How cold it flows |
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And nobody feels |
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The worn down heels |
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Nobody's eyes |
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Make the skies |
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Nobody spreads |
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Their aching heads. |
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Oh poor boy |
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So worried for his life |
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Oh poor boy |
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So keen to take a wife. |
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He's a mess but he'll say yes |
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If you just dress in white. |
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Nobody knows |
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How cold it blows |
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And nobody sees |
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How shaky my knees |
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Nobody cares |
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How steep my stairs |
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And nobody smiles |
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If you cross their stiles. |
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Oh poor boy |
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So sorry for himself |
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Oh poor boy |
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So worried for his health. |
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You may say every day |
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Where will he stay tonight. |
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Oh poor boy |
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So worried for his life |
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Oh poor boy |
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So keen to take a wife. |
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Oh poor boy |
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So sorry for himself |
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Oh poor boy |
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So worried for his health |
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Oh poor boy. |
