You rambling boys of pleasure Give ear unto these lines I write I own I am a rover In rambling I take great delight I cast my mind on a handsome girl And often times she does me slight My mind is never easy Except when my true love, is in my sight. Down by yon flowery gardens Where me and my true love do meet I took her in my arms And unto her gave kisses sweet She bade me take love easy Just as the leaves fall from the tree But I being young and foolish With my own true love I did not agree.
And the second time I met my love I thought that her heart was surely mine But as the season changes My darling girl has changed her mind Gold is the root of evil Although it bears a glistening hue Causes many the lad and the lass to part Though their hearts like mine be e’er so true.
And I wish I was in Belfast town And my true love along with me And money in my pocket To keep us in good company Liquor to be plenty A flowing glass on every side Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me For I am young and the world is wide.