Never sing for my supper   I never help my neighbor   Never do what is proper   For my share of labor      I'm a poor boy and I'm a rover   Count your coins and   Throw them over my shoulder   I may grow older      Nobody knows how cold it grows   And 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 from   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      Nobody knows how cold it flows   And nobody feels worn down heels   Nobody's eyes make the skies   Nobody spreads 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      Nobody knows how cold it blows   And nobody sees how shaky are my knees   Nobody cares how steep my stairs   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   Where will he stay tonight?      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 health