Rambling Rover, The
Sheet Music (and more information about this song)
Oh, there are sober men and plenty, and drunkards barely twenty,
There are men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girl.
But give me a ramblin' rover, frae Orkney down to Dover.
We will roam the country over and together we'll face the world.
There's many that feign enjoyment from merciless employment,
Their ambition was this deployment from the minute they left the school.
And they save and scrape and ponder, while the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander and they're happier as a rule.
I have roamed through all the nations, taken delight in all creation,
I've enjoyed a wee sensation where the company it was kind.
But when parting was no pleasure, I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that we treasure, for they always are on our mind.
If you're bent with arthiritis, your bowels have got colitis,
You have galloping ballicitus, and you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man of action, though you're lying there in traction,
You may gain some satisfaction thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried!"