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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.
