No Rules or Borders by The Irish Rovers Lyrics
[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
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