Rakes Of Poverty

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh, come all ye rambling fellas Oh, from town to town I steer Like many's the honest fellow Oh, we do drink a pint of beer Like many's the honest fellow Oh, we do drink me whiskey clear And I'm the rambling rakes of poverty I'm the son of a gambaleer [Verse 2] Oh, the auld cap that I'm wearing now I paid two pence for it When I go out on Sunday, sure All they say is I got it fit When I go out on Sunday, sure All they say, I do look grand And I sit up at the head of the table Like any other old gentleman [Verse 3] Oh, the auld coat that I'm wearing now Comes from that charity store When it happens to get wet Oh, I hang it upon the floor When it does be dry again Oh, I lift it and put it on And you'd say I'm a duke or a lord or a knight Not the son of gambling man [Verse 4] Oh the auld boots that I'm wearing now Come from the Crimee war Where I got them off a soldier lad And he died of wounds and scars The tongues has given up on them And the soles have gone back to sea And the toes have turned up with the roses With the rakes of poverty [Verse 5] Oh, come all of you rambling fellas Oh, from town to town I steer Like many's the honest fellow Oh, we do drink me whiskey clear Like many's the honest fellow Oh, I do drink a pint of beer And I'm the rambling rakes of poverty I'm the son of a gambaleer [Instrumental Outro]