Oh, there're sober men and plenty, 
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. 

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 
In delight of all creations, 
And enjoyed a wee sensation 
Where the company, it was kind. 
And when barkin' was no pleasure, 
I've drunk another measure 
To the good friends that were treasure 
For they always around were mine. 

If you're bent wi' arthiritis, 
Your bowels have got Colitis, 
You're gallopin' with balacitis 
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."