The Irish Rovers — No Rules or Borders

[Verse 1] When I was young and foolish I joined to be a soldier They marched me up and down the town With a gun upon me shoulder I fought in bloody battlefield Where manys-a-life was squandered I didn't like the job at all So I took me hitch and wandered [Chorus] To hell with all your orders! I want no rules or borders! I spend me time a-rambling 'round Drinking pints of porter [Verse 2] By god, I had a wife one time But we were badly mated We argued this, we argued that And now we're separated And if by chance I pass her by I'm always right considerable "Good morning to ye, ma'am", says I "To hell with you", she snivels [Chorus] To hell with all your orders! I want no rules or borders! I spend me time a-rambling 'round Drinking pints of porter [Verse 3] There's some who do their daily toil And seem to be contented If that was me, I'd whinge all day And no doubt be demented I tip me hat to workers all Who bear their situation I'll never be a wage [slipper?] It's not me life's vocation [Chorus] To hell with all your orders! I want no rules or borders! I spend me time a-rambling 'round Drinking pints of porter [Instrumental] [Verse 4] There's freedom on the open road To travel where you pleases Down country lanes or leafy glens And [snow or suffer breezes?] No one to tell me what to do No boss to scrutinize me I'm happy as a lark for I'm The one who does advise me [Chorus] To hell with all your orders! I want no rules or borders! I spend me time a-rambling 'round Drinking pints of porter [Chorus] To hell with all your orders! I want no rules or borders! I spend me time a-rambling 'round Drinking pints of porter