You rambling boys of pleasure, give ear to those few 
lines I write,
Although I'm a rover, and in roving I take great 
delight.
I set my mind on a handsome girl who ofttimes did me 
slight,
But my mind was never easy till my darling were in my 
sight.

It was down by Sally's Garden one evening late I took 
my way.
'Twas there I spied this pretty little girl, and those 
words to
me sure she did say She advised me to take love easy, 
as the
leaves grew on the tree. But I was young and foolish, 
with my
darling could not agree.

The very next time I met my love, sure I thought her 
heart was mine,
But as the weather changes, my true love she changed 
her mind.
Cursed gold is the root of evil, oh it shines with a 
glittering hue,
Causes many the lad and lass to part, let their hearts 
be ever so true.

Sure I wish I was in Dublin town, and my true love 
along with me.
With money to support us and keep us in good company.
With lots of liquor plentiful, flowing bowls on every 
side,
Let fortune never daunt you, my love, we're both young 
and the
world is wide.

But there's one thing more that grieves me sore is to 
be called a runaway
And to leave the spot I was born in, oh Cupid cannot 
set me free,
And to leave that darling girl I love, oh alas, what 
will I do?
Will I become a rover, sleep with the girl I never knew 
?