There is a one boy at the door
He's very poor, that's quite for sure
He had a mother called Julia
She died when she was forty-four

I ran away from my home
I had a vision where to go
My destination is so far away
And I will never come back

I found one village on my way
It was nice, so I slept there
I spent the night with one village girl
I found out she was just a whore

I got lost just after that
I see a dust, there is no back
God punished me for all my sins
I'm praying for mercy

Here is the end of the tale
I'm so tired, I need a break
What happened to that boy is mystery
This is the ballad of poor boy