Pauper’s Son

Lyrics

Why was I born a lonely pauper's son? A poor man I often wonder when the day is done Who spins the giant wheel And why it's so who live in riches The very same who bring me down While I crawl around in ditches Oh why, oh why-ee-ai-ee-ai Ai-aye, ai-aye Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah No man's in favour of the Lord above without love As cold as like the pigeon to the dove The bitter taste of gold In that is not that you are single And that your purse is always big For the reward of life is handful Oh why, do you seek the empty end Ai-aye, ai-aye Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (Ah-ah-ah) Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah...