COME brave boys I am for roving,
stay not at home to spend your days,
It is my mind I am for roving,
all to see fresh country ways.
Fal lal de ral, lal de ral, &c.
Some will say that we are strollers,
and our precious time we lose,
Others will say that we are strollers,
a rolling stone ne’er gathers moss.
Some will stay at home and tarry,
talk no more of going to sea.
Others will stay at home and marry,
some of those -as poor as we.
Come brave boys I’ve got one shilling,
I ne’er will let you sit too dry,
And for to spend it I am willing,
fear in short time I should die.
What should we do with heaps of money,
when our bodies are wrapt in clay.
And for to leave it to a many,
they soon will squander it away.
So I will walk while I am able,
myself and friend for to maintain,
I will leave it to no relation,
for to quarrel about my gain.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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