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Hazel Whyte
| I'm A Rover And Seldom Sober |
| Celtic Songs and Traditional Ballads |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
| I'M A ROVER AND SELDOM SOBER chorus: I'm a a rover and seldom sober I'm a rover, o' high degree; And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking How to gain my love's company. Though the nicht be dark as dungeon No' a star to be seen above, I will be guided without a stumble Into the airms o' my ain true love. He steppit up to her bedroom window, Kneelin' gently upon a stone; He rappit at her bedroom-window "Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?" She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow Wi' her arms aboot her breast, "Wha' is that at my bedroom window Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?" "It's only me, your ain true lover, Open the door and let me in. For I hae come on a lang journey, And I'm near drenched to the skin." She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure, She opened the door and let him in, They baith shook hands and embraced each other Until the mornin' they lay as one. The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin' The burns they ran free abune the brae; "Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie And the fairmer I must obey." "Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee And though the hills they are high above, I will climb thrm wi' greater pleasure Since I been in the airms o' my love. |
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