Rambling Boys Of Pleasure Lyrics And Chords
Recorded by Andy Irvine and Mick Hanly in 1979. Another song written by Mick Hanly.
is Past The Point Of Rescue [ lyrics and chords .Rambling Boys Of Pleasure sheet music for tin whistle included plus the mandolin / tenor banjo tab. Key of D.
is Past The Point Of Rescue [ lyrics and chords .Rambling Boys Of Pleasure sheet music for tin whistle included plus the mandolin / tenor banjo tab. Key of D.
Rambling Boys Of Pleasure Lyrics And Chords In G
(G)You rambling boys of (C)pleas(G)ure
(C)Give (D)ear unto these(C) lines I (G)write
(C)I (D)own I(Em) am a(D) rov(C)er
In (C)rambling (G)I take great de(C)light
I (D)cast my (Em)mind on a (D)handsome(C)girl
And (G)often times she does me (C)slight
My (G)mind is never (C)ea(G)sy
(C)Exc(D)ept when my true love, is(C) in my (G)sight.
Down by yon flowery gardens
Where me and my true 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 true 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 true.
And I wish I was in Belfast town
And my true love along with me
And money in my pocket
To keep us in good company
Liquor to be plenty
A flowing glass on every side
Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
For I am young and the world is wide.
Back to the lyrics of Belfast songs .
(G)You rambling boys of (C)pleas(G)ure
(C)Give (D)ear unto these(C) lines I (G)write
(C)I (D)own I(Em) am a(D) rov(C)er
In (C)rambling (G)I take great de(C)light
I (D)cast my (Em)mind on a (D)handsome(C)girl
And (G)often times she does me (C)slight
My (G)mind is never (C)ea(G)sy
(C)Exc(D)ept when my true love, is(C) in my (G)sight.
Down by yon flowery gardens
Where me and my true 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 true 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 true.
And I wish I was in Belfast town
And my true love along with me
And money in my pocket
To keep us in good company
Liquor to be plenty
A flowing glass on every side
Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
For I am young and the world is wide.
Back to the lyrics of Belfast songs .
About The Song.
This is a proper Irish lament — half heartbreak, half nostalgia, and fully soaked in poetic melancholy, like a rainy Tuesday in Donegal.
☘️ Act 1: The Lad With Wanderlust and No Sense. We start with a rambling boy — part poet, part romantic fool, part fella-who-shouldn’t-be-given-a-pint-after-midnight.
He admits:
“I am a rover
and rambling I take great delight.”
In other words, he’s the lad who never stays long enough anywhere to pay rent,
but always long enough to break his own heart.
He’s smitten with a lass --
and she, being a wise woman,
occasionally treats him like he’s a lost goose:
“often times she does me slight.”
Translation:
She knows she can do better.
☘️ Act 2: The Garden of Heartbreak. They meet in some floral paradise --
a romantic setting with flowers blooming, birds chirping,
and probably a bottle hidden in the grass.
He takes her in his arms,
gives her some sweet smooches,
and she says to him gently:
“Take love easy — like leaves falling off a tree.”
She’s basically saying:
“Relax, you needy gobshite.”
But our lad — romantic and dramatic --
goes full Romeo mode.
And he admits:
“I being young and foolish
did not agree.”
Meaning he clung on like a koala with anxiety.
☘️ Act 3: The Seasonal Heartbreak. Next time he meets her,
he’s convinced she’s his forever…
…but she’s changed her mind like Irish weather.
In July she’s all sunshine and roses.
In August she’s fog and frost.
He says:
“as the season changes
my darling girl has changed her mind.”
She went from
“You’re my sweetheart”
to
“I need space”
quicker than you can say “slán.”
And he blames gold --
ah yes — the ancient Irish villain:
“Gold is the root of evil
though it bears a glistening hue.”
Which is poetic for:
Some rich lad with a nice waistcoat stole her.
☘️ Act 4: The Belfast DreamIn his final flourish,
he imagines himself in Belfast with:
love, money, and permanent pints.
And he ends with the kind of youthful optimism that only heartbreak and whiskey can fuel:
“Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
for I am young and the world is wide.”
In other words:
“I’ll be grand — I’ll find another girl.
And if not, I’ll find another pub.”
☘️ The Irish Spirit Summary. This song is:
Boy meets girl.
Boy loves girl.
Girl gets bored.
Boy writes a sad song
and goes for a drink.
And sure if that isn’t the essence of Irish courtship --
what is?
This is a proper Irish lament — half heartbreak, half nostalgia, and fully soaked in poetic melancholy, like a rainy Tuesday in Donegal.
☘️ Act 1: The Lad With Wanderlust and No Sense. We start with a rambling boy — part poet, part romantic fool, part fella-who-shouldn’t-be-given-a-pint-after-midnight.
He admits:
“I am a rover
and rambling I take great delight.”
In other words, he’s the lad who never stays long enough anywhere to pay rent,
but always long enough to break his own heart.
He’s smitten with a lass --
and she, being a wise woman,
occasionally treats him like he’s a lost goose:
“often times she does me slight.”
Translation:
She knows she can do better.
☘️ Act 2: The Garden of Heartbreak. They meet in some floral paradise --
a romantic setting with flowers blooming, birds chirping,
and probably a bottle hidden in the grass.
He takes her in his arms,
gives her some sweet smooches,
and she says to him gently:
“Take love easy — like leaves falling off a tree.”
She’s basically saying:
“Relax, you needy gobshite.”
But our lad — romantic and dramatic --
goes full Romeo mode.
And he admits:
“I being young and foolish
did not agree.”
Meaning he clung on like a koala with anxiety.
☘️ Act 3: The Seasonal Heartbreak. Next time he meets her,
he’s convinced she’s his forever…
…but she’s changed her mind like Irish weather.
In July she’s all sunshine and roses.
In August she’s fog and frost.
He says:
“as the season changes
my darling girl has changed her mind.”
She went from
“You’re my sweetheart”
to
“I need space”
quicker than you can say “slán.”
And he blames gold --
ah yes — the ancient Irish villain:
“Gold is the root of evil
though it bears a glistening hue.”
Which is poetic for:
Some rich lad with a nice waistcoat stole her.
☘️ Act 4: The Belfast DreamIn his final flourish,
he imagines himself in Belfast with:
- his true love
- pockets full of cash
- endless drink
- and no worries
love, money, and permanent pints.
And he ends with the kind of youthful optimism that only heartbreak and whiskey can fuel:
“Hard fortune would ne’er daunt me
for I am young and the world is wide.”
In other words:
“I’ll be grand — I’ll find another girl.
And if not, I’ll find another pub.”
☘️ The Irish Spirit Summary. This song is:
- 30% youthful foolishness
- 40% romantic poetic moping
- 20% alcohol
- and 10% blaming someone else for your emotional disasters
Boy meets girl.
Boy loves girl.
Girl gets bored.
Boy writes a sad song
and goes for a drink.
And sure if that isn’t the essence of Irish courtship --
what is?
Rambling Boys Of Pleasure sheet music for tin whistle
The Mandolin Tab
