The Rambling Bhoys

And we rove and we rove and we rove again
Tired in the legs but never in the head
We are the rambling bhoys of pleasure
Drinking without measure
And we take delight in good company

I've been plumber, brickie, coder
Carpenter, house mover
Some wages I collected
But those days are now over
When I got a penny more
of what's needed to survive
I considered myself rich,
sure that t'was enough

Now I leave me safe ground
and I start to get around
searching for some happiness
and each day share a round
It's surely better to regret
what's been done in the past
that something never done
for our lack of guts

And we rove and we rove and we rove again
Tired in the legs but never in the head
We are the rambling bhoys of pleasure
Drinking without measure
And we take delight in good company

Sometimes I wish I could be back
in lovely Dublin town
Although the times are changed
And me friends are gone so far
We spent our afternoons there
just drinking in the pub
and talking 'bout a poem
or a song of times gone by

Sometimes the days are hard
sometimes me throat is dry
But I take refuge in a pub
and I'm happy as a child
I enjoy the good old pleasures
the craic, the drink, the leisure
And I forget the troubles
with a pint of plain in hand

And we rove and we rove and we rove again
Tired in the legs but never in the head
We are the rambling bhoys of pleasure
Drinking without measure
And we take delight in good company