You rambling boys of pleasure
Give ear unto these lines I write
I own I am a rover
In rambling I take great delight
I cast my mind on a handsome girl
And often times she does me slight
My mind is never easy
Except when my [bad word] love, is in my sight.
Down by yon flowery gardens
Where me and my [bad word] love do meet
I took her in my arms
And unto her gave kisses sweet
She bade me take love easy
Just as the leaves fall from the tree
But I being young and foolish
With my own [bad word] love I 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 bears a glistening hue
Causes many the lad and the lass to part
Though their hearts like mine be e’er so [bad word] 

And I wish I was in Belfast town
And my [bad word] love along with me
And money in my pocket
To keep us in [bad word] Liquor to be plenty
flowing glass on every side
Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
For I am young and the world is wide.