Songs > Rambling Rover

    Chorus:
There are 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
From Orchney down to Dover
We will roam the country over 
And together we'll face the world

I've roamed through all the nation
Take delight in all creation
And I've tried a wee sensation
Where the company did prove kind
When the parting was no pleasure
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that we treasure
For they always are in out minds

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

If you're sufferin' artheritis
Your bowels have got colitis
You've galloping bollicitis 
And you're thinking it's time you died
Had you been a man of action
While you're lying there in traction
You may gain some satisfaction
Thinking, Jesus at least I tried