The Ramblin Rover
(Andy M Stewart)

Oh, there're 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 are happier as a rule
I've roamed through all the nations
In delight of all creations,
And enjoyed a wee sensation
Where the company, it was kind
And when barkin' was no pleasure,
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that were treasure
For they always around were mine
If you're bent wi' arthiritis,
Your bowels have got Colitis,
You're gallopin' with balacitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man o' action,
Though you're lying there in traction,
You will get some satisfaction
Thinkin', ''Jesus, at least I tried''

@rambling
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