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Never sing for my supper
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I never help my neighbour
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Never do what is proper
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For my share of labour.
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I'm a poor boy
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And I'm a rover
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Count your coins and
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Throw them over my shoulder
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I may grow older
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Nobody knows
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How cold it grows
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And nobody sees
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How shaky my knees
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Nobody cares
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How steep my stairs
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And nobody smiles
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If I cross their stiles.
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Oh poor boy
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So sorry for himself
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Oh poor boy
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So worried for his health.
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You may say every day
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Where will he stay tonight.
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Never know what I came for
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Seems that I've forgotten
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Never ask what I came for
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Or how I was begotten.
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I'm a poor boy
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And I'm a ranger
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Things I say
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May seem stranger than Sunday
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Changing to Monday.
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Nobody knows
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How cold it flows
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And nobody feels
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The worn down heels
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Nobody's eyes
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Make the skies
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Nobody spreads
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Their aching heads.
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Oh poor boy
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So worried for his life
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Oh poor boy
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So keen to take a wife.
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He's a mess but he'll say yes
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If you just dress in white.
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Nobody knows
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How cold it blows
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And nobody sees
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How shaky my knees
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Nobody cares
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How steep my stairs
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And nobody smiles
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If you cross their stiles.
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Oh poor boy
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So sorry for himself
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Oh poor boy
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So worried for his health.
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You may say every day
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Where will he stay tonight.
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Oh poor boy
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So worried for his life
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Oh poor boy
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So keen to take a wife.
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Oh poor boy
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So sorry for himself
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Oh poor boy
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So worried for his health
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Oh poor boy.
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Poor boy
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| Nick Drake |
