I’m a rover

I’m a rover and seldom sober,
I’m a rover of high degree,
it’s when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
how to gain my love’s company.

Though the night be as dark as dungeon,
not a star can be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble
into the arms of my own true love

I’m a rover and seldom sober,
I’m a rover of high degree,
it’s when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
how to gain my love’s company.

The cocks were crawing, the birds were whistling
The burns they ran free about the brae;
“Remember, lass, I’m a ploughman laddie
And the farmer I must obey.”

I’m a rover and seldom sober,
I’m a rover of high degree,
it’s when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
how to gain my love’s company.