Letras
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