Ramblin' Rover originally by Andy M. Stewart CHORUS: There are sober men a-plenty, And drunkards barely twenty. There are men of over ninety, Who have never yet kissed a girl. But give me a ramblin' rover, Fae Orkney down to Dover, We will roam the country over, And together we'll face the world. I've roamed throughout the nation, Ta'en delight in all creation, And I've gained a wee sensation, When the company did prove kind. And when parting was no pleasure, We drank another measure, To the good friends that we treasure, For they always are in our minds. CHORUS There are those who feign enjoyment, From merciless employment. This condition was their deployment, From the minute they left the school. Now they save and scrape and ponder, While the rest go out and squander, See the world and rove and wander, And are happier as a rule. CHORUS Now when troubles they do befall me, To the high road I do haul me. Rovin' Johnny's what they call me, It's a blessing and a curse. Though my troubles they be many, I'll take a drink with any, Till I've spent me last wee penny, And they come for me in a hearse. CHORUS If you're bent with arthiritis, And your bowels have got colitis, And the galloping bollockitis, And you're thinking it's time you died. If you've been a man of action, Though you're lying there in traction, You can take some satisfaction, Thinking "Jesus, at least I tried!" CHORUS x 2