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 I'm a rover Count your coins and throw them over my shoulder I may grow older Nobody knows how cold it grows 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 for Or how I was begotten I'm a poor boy I'm a ranger Things I say may seem stranger than Sunday changing to Monday Nobody knows how cold it flows And nobody feels the worn-down heels Nobody's eyes make the skies And 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, but he'll say yes If you just dress in white Oh, poor boy So sorry for himself Oh, poor boy So worried for his health Oh, poor boy So worried for his life Oh, poor boy So keen to take a wife