12 Rambling Rover

 There are sober men a-plenty, and drunkards barely twenty
 There are men of over ninety, that never yet kissed a girl
 But give me a rambling rover, frey Orkney down to Dover
 We will roam the country over, and together we'll face the world

There are many that feign enjoyment from merciless employment;
Their ambition this deployment from the minute they left the school
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,
Enjoyed a wee sensation where company, it was kind.
And when partin' 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've gallopin' bollockitis, and you're thinkin' it's time, you died,
If you've been a man o' action. Though you're lying there in traction,
You will gain some satisfaction, thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."