Ramblin Rover
Author Unknown
Chorus:
There be sober men aplenty,
And drunkards barely twenty.
There are men of over ninety
Who have never yet kissed a girl.
But give me the Ramglin' Rover,
Frae Orkney down to Dover,
We will roam the country over,
And together we'll face the world.
There be many who fain enjoyment,
From merceiless employment,
Their admission was this deployment,
From the minute they left the school.
As they save and scrape and ponder,
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander,
And were happier as a rogue.
(Chorus)
Well, I've roved thru all tarnation,
Seen the light in all creation,
I've enjoyed the wee sensation,
When my company did prove kind.
And when courtin' was my pleasure,
I drank another measure,
To the good friends that we treasure,
For they are always on our minds.
(Chorus)
So when troubles do befall me,
To the high road I do haul me,
Robbin' Johnny's what you call me,
'Tis me blessing and me bane.
Though my comrades have been many,
I'll take a drink with any,
'Till I've spent me last wee penny,
And life I'll not see again.
(Chorus)
So when you're bent up with arthritis,
And your bowls have got collitis,
You've got gallopin' gollipanitis,
And your thinkin' it's time you died,
If you've been a man of action,
As your lying there in traction,
You will gain some satisfaction
Thinkin, "Jesus, at least I tried."
(Chorus)
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