CHORUS

Oh there's sober men a'plenty,

And drunkards barely twenty,

There's men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girl,

But give me a ramblin' rover,

Fae orkney down to dover,

We'll 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 roam and wander
And are happier as a rule.

CHORUS

I've roamed through all the nations
Ta'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

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."

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