The Rambling Bhoys
Uncle Bard and the Dirty Bastards Lyrics
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Tired in the legs but never in the head
We are the rambling bhoys of pleasure
Drinking without measure
And we take delight in good company
I′ve been plumber, brickie, coder
Carpenter, house mover
But those days are now over
When I got a penny more
Of what's needed to survive
I considered myself rich,
Sure that t′was enough
Now I leave me safe ground
And I start to get around
Searching for some happiness
And each day share a round
It's surely better to regret
What's been done in the past
That something never done
For our lack of guts
And we rove and we rove and we rove again
Tired in the legs but never in the head
We are the rambling bhoys of pleasure
Drinking without measure
And we take delight in good company
Sometimes I wish I could be back
In lovely Dublin town
Although the times are changed
And me friends are gone so far
We spent our afternoons there
Just drinking in the pub
And talking ′bout a poem
Or a song of times gone by
Sometimes the days are hard
Sometimes me throat is dry
But I take refuge in a pub
And I′m happy as a child
I enjoy the good old pleasures
The craic, the drink, the leisure
And I forget the troubles
With a pint of plain in hand
And we rove and we rove and we rove again
Tired in the legs but never in the head
We are the rambling bhoys of pleasure
Drinking without measure
And we take delight in good company
The song "The Rambling Bhoys" by Uncle Bard and the Dirty Bastards tells the story of a group of friends, the "rambling bhoys," who roam around drinking and enjoying each other's company without a care in the world. The lyrics suggest that they have all had jobs in the past and have given them up for a life of pleasure, finding happiness in good company and the simple things in life. The line "tired in the legs but never in the head" highlights the physical exhaustion that comes with their journey, but they remain mentally and emotionally fulfilled by their carefree lifestyle.
The second verse tells the story of the singer, who has worked various jobs to survive but has now given them up to wander and enjoy life with his friends. He states that he would rather regret doing something than regret not having the courage to do it. The nostalgia for his hometown of Dublin is evident in the lines "sometimes I wish I could be back in lovely Dublin town." He speaks of spending afternoons drinking and reminiscing with his friends about the past, including poems and songs of past times.
Overall, the song speaks to the importance of enjoying life and finding happiness in simple pleasures such as good company and a pint of plain. The "rambling bhoys" seem to have found a way to escape the stresses of everyday life and find fulfillment in each other's company and the journey they are on together.
Line by Line Meaning
And we rove and we rove and we rove again
We travel and wander without settling down
Tired in the legs but never in the head
We may be physically exhausted, but our spirits remain high and excited
We are the rambling bhoys of pleasure
We are carefree wanderers, seeking fun and enjoyment
Drinking without measure
We indulge in alcohol without any limits
And we take delight in good company
We enjoy the company of those around us
I’ve been plumber, brickie, coder
I have had various jobs, such as plumbing, bricklaying, and coding
Carpenter, house mover
I have also worked as a carpenter and moved houses
Some wages I collected
I earned some money
But those days are now over
Those days are in the past
When I got a penny more
When I earned even a small amount more money
Of what's needed to survive
Than what was necessary for basic survival
I considered myself rich,
I felt wealthy and satisfied
Sure that t′was enough
Convinced that it was sufficient
Now I leave me safe ground
Now I am venturing out of my familiar surroundings
And I start to get around
And I begin to explore and travel
Searching for some happiness
Looking for joy and contentment
And each day share a round
And each day have a drink with others
It’s surely better to regret
It is certainly preferable to feel regret for something done
What’s been done in the past
Than to regret never having done something at all
That something never done
Something that was not accomplished or experienced
For our lack of guts
Because we lacked the courage or audacity to pursue it
Sometimes I wish I could be back
Occasionally, I yearn to return
In lovely Dublin town
To the charming city of Dublin
Although the times are changed
Even though much has transformed since then
And me friends are gone so far
And my friends have scattered and moved away
We spent our afternoons there
We passed our afternoons there
Just drinking in the pub
Simply drinking alcohol at the pub
And talking ′bout a poem
And discussing a poem
Or a song of times gone by
Or a song from the past
Sometimes the days are hard
Occasionally, the days are difficult
Sometimes me throat is dry
At times, my throat is parched
But I take refuge in a pub
But I seek refuge and comfort in a pub
And I′m happy as a child
And I feel joyous and carefree
I enjoy the good old pleasures
I appreciate and savor simple, traditional pleasures
The craic, the drink, the leisure
The socializing, alcohol, and relaxation
And I forget the troubles
And I temporarily escape from my problems
With a pint of plain in hand
With a glass of a basic, unflavored beer in my possession
Writer(s): Lorenzo Testa
Contributed by Evelyn C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Giorgio Moroni
Chiusani è bellissima. Ci passo sempre in bici. Spero che presto si potranno fare di nuovo i concerti come si deve perchè vorrei ascoltarvi dal vivo ancora!
Gianluca Daziale
Fantastici, vi ho scoperto al festival di Guidonia! MITICI!
Malika Régis
Huge! Well done, guys. Cheers from France! Salute!
Albino Bonomelli
Bravissimi non vedo L’ ora di conoscervi dal vivo
alessio albanesi
veramente bella :D avete conquistato un fan
Dave 1970
canzone da brividi....applausi a voi!!
marpos61
!!!!!!!!!!!
Ireland in my mind, in my country and in my island (sardinia)!!!
W l'irish music col culatello!!!
Gregory pacifico
Mi ricordo una serata al Moloco in Francia… Bravo!
Bizzo oneDub
che grandi!!!! bellissimo sto video
Antonio Di Lucia
rispetto per la tradizione..bravi