Andy M. Stewart
Chorus:
Oh, there’re sober men aplenty 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
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 partin’ was no pleasure I’ve drunk another measure
To the good friends that we treasure For they always are in our mind
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
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 will get some satisfaction
Thinkin’, “Jesus, at least I tried.”