Rambling Boys of Pleasure

We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 He's a hell of a man for drinking stout
 And when the barrel has run out
 "Bring more porter!" They will shout
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 There's some content that toil away
 That have no time for sport or play
 The one's lying us live for today
 We're the rambling boys of pleasure
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 Now we got sweethearts by the score
 All up and down the shamrock shore
 All the lassies do adore
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 Break
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 We've been from Corrick to Doengal
 From Westport to old Cushendall
 Where'er we go we're known to all
 As the rambling boys of pleasure
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 So if you see us passing by
 Come in and drink if you are dry!
 Raise the friendly glass on high
 To the rambling boys of pleasure!
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure
 We'll rant and roar upon the spree
 And sing and dance right heartily!
 No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
 The rambling boys of pleasure