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