There are sober men and plenty,
And drunkards barely twenty,
There are men of over ninety
Who have never yet kissed a girl.
But give me a ramblin’ rover,
Frae Orkney down to Dover.
We will roam the country over
Together we’ll face the world.
I’ve roamed through all the nations
T’en delight of all creations,
And enjoyed a wee sensation
Where the company did prove kind
And when partin’ was no pleasure,
I’ve drunk another measure
To the good friends that we treasure
For they always are in our mind.
CHORUS
There are those who feign enjoyment
From merciless employment,
This condition was their 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.
CHORUS
Now when troubles they do befall me
To the high road I do haul me
Rovin’ Johny’s what they call me
It’s a blessing and a curse
Tho my troubles they be many
I’ll take a drink with any
‘Till I spent my last wee penny
|And they come for me in a hearse
CHORUS
If you’re bent wi’ arthiritis,
Your bowels have got Colitis,
You’ve gallopin’ bollockitis
And you’re thinkin’ it’s time you died,
If you been a man o’ action,
Though you’re lying there in traction,
You may gain some satisfaction
Thinkin’, “Jesus, at least I tried.”
CHORUS