Oh, there're sober men in plenty,

And drunkards barely twenty,

There are men of over ninety

That have never yet kissed a girl.

But gie me a ramblin' rover,

And 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 are happier as a rule.



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.

And when partin' was no pleasure,

I've drunk another measure

To the good friends that were treasure

For they always are in our minds.



If you're bent wi' arth-i-ritis,

Your bowels have got colitis,

You've gallopin' with bollockitis

And you're thinkin' it's time you died,

If you been a man of action,

Though you're lying there in traction,

You will get some satisfaction

Thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."