Ye rambling boys of pleasure

Ye rambling boys of pleasure, Give ear on to these lines I write
Although I am a rover, In rambling I take great delight
I placed my mind on a handsome girl, and often times she does me slight
My mind will is never easy except when my true love is in my sight

Down by yon flowery garden, Where me and my true love do meet
I took her in my arums, and on to her gave kisses sweet
She bad me take love easy, Just as the leaves fall from the trees
But I been young and foolish with my own true love 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 bares a glissling hue
Causes there’s many’ s the lad and 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 flowin’ glass on every side
Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me, for I am young and the world is wide