(Chorus)
Oh there's sober men & plenty 
And drunkards barely twenty 
There are men of over ninety 
That have never yet kissed a girl. 
But give me a rambling rover 
Fae 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 they're happier as a rule. 

Chorus
I've roamed through all the nations 
Ta'en delight in all creation 
And I've tried a wee sensation 
Where the company did prove kind. 
When parting 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 with arthritis 
Your bowels have got colitis 
You've galloping ballicitus 
And you're thinking it's time you died. 
If you've been a man of action 
While you're lying there in traction 
You may gain some satisfaction 
Thinking "Jesus, at least I've tried