Poor Boy

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

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

(Ooh) nobody knows how cold it grows
(Ooh) and nobody sees how shaky my knees
(Ooh) nobody cares how steep my stairs
(Ooh) 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 (ooh)
"Where will he stay tonight?" (Ooh)

Never know what I came for
Seems that I've forgotten
Never ask what I came for
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

(Ooh) nobody knows how cold it flows
(Ooh) and nobody feels the worn-down heels
(Ooh) nobody's eyes make the skies
(Ooh) 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 mess (ooh), but he'll say "yes"
(Ooh) if you just dress in white

Nobody knows (ooh) how cold it grows
And nobody sees how shaky my knees
(Ooh) nobody cares how steep my stairs
(Ooh) 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 (ooh)
"Where will he stay tonight?" (Ooh)

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 life