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Roud Folk Song Index #386
This is the traditional song You Rambling Boys of Pleasure
This is the traditional song You Rambling Boys of Pleasure
capo 2, after Andy Irvine. The timing on this one can be pretty tricky.
I Wish I Was in Belfast Town
by trad
You rambling boys of plea- sure
Give ear unto these lines I write
I own I am a ro- ver
In rambling I take great de- light
I cast my mind on a handsome girl
And often times she does me slight
My mind is never ea- sy
'cept when my true love is in my sight.
Down by yon flowery gar- dens
Where me and my true love do meet
I took her in my a- rms
And unto her gave kisses sweet
She bade me take love ea- sy
Just as the leaves fall from the tree
But I being young and fool- ish
With my true love I did not agree.
Bridge in to
And the second time I met my love
I thought that her heart was surely mine
But as the season chan- ges
My darling girl has changed her mind
Gold is the root of e- vil
Although it bears a glistening hue
Causes many a 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 a- long with me
And money in my poc- ket
To keep us in good compa- ny
Liquor to be plen- ty
A flowing glass on every side
Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
For I am young and the world is wide.
Give ear unto these lines I write
I own I am a ro- ver
In rambling I take great de- light
I cast my mind on a handsome girl
And often times she does me slight
My mind is never ea- sy
'cept when my true love is in my sight.
Down by yon flowery gar- dens
Where me and my true love do meet
I took her in my a- rms
And unto her gave kisses sweet
She bade me take love ea- sy
Just as the leaves fall from the tree
But I being young and fool- ish
With my true love I did not agree.
Bridge in to
And the second time I met my love
I thought that her heart was surely mine
But as the season chan- ges
My darling girl has changed her mind
Gold is the root of e- vil
Although it bears a glistening hue
Causes many a 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 a- long with me
And money in my poc- ket
To keep us in good compa- ny
Liquor to be plen- ty
A flowing glass on every side
Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
For I am young and the world is wide.