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