I learned it from my daddy. The lyrics as I learned them were a bit different, less Irish and more Southern.
When I was just a poor boy and hardly in my teens, I went to a many a day in faded old blue jeans.
His worries they are plenty,his pleasures they are few,
But that don't worry poor boy his pappy had 'em too.
If it wasn't for the poor boy, a lot would go undone, the plows would never furrow and the mills would never run.
There wouldn't be no taters, there wouldn't be no beans, and the rich would all be poor boys in faded old blue jeans.
CHORUS:
Poor boy, ain't got no money, poor boy, ain't got no dough.
Give that boy a pretty little girl, and watch that poor boy go.
He's the backbone of the nation, he's the pappy of the land,
Give him two bucks alone, and he'll build him a home and raise him a poor boy clan.