The Ramblin' Rover
Oh there's sober men in 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
I've roamed through all the nations
Ta'en delight in all creation
And I've tried a wee sensation
When the company did prove kind
And when parting was no pleasure
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends we treasure
For they always are in our mind
Repeat Chorus
There's many that feign enjoyment
From merciless employment
Their ambition was this deployment
From the minute they left the school
While they save and scrape and ponder
The rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And they're happier as a rule
Repeat Chorus
If you're bent with arthritis
Your bowels have got colitis
You've gallopin' bollock-itis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died
If you'd been a man of action
While you're lyin' there in traction,
You might gain some satisfaction thinkin'
Jesus at least I tried
Repeat Chorus
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