Rambling Boys of Pleasure - The Irish Rovers

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

He’s a hell of a man for drinking stout

And when the barrel has run out,

«Bring more porter!»

They will shout.

The rambling boys of pleasure.

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

There’s some content that toil away

That have no time for sport or play

The one’s lying us live for today.

We’re the rambling boys of pleasure.

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

Now we got sweethearts by the score

All up and down the shamrock shore.

All the lassies do adore

The rambling boys of pleasure.

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

Break

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

We’ve been from Corrick to Doengal

From Westport to old Cushendall

Where’er we go we’re known to all

As the rambling boys of pleasure

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

So if you see us passing by,

Come in and drink if you are dry!

Raise the friendly glass on high

to the rambling boys of pleasure!

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.

We’ll rant and roar upon the spree

And sing and dance right heartily!

No sorrows, cares, or woes have we

The rambling boys of pleasure.