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Alistair Hulett

"Ways of a Rover" (karaoke)

"Ways of a Rover" (sheet music)


I've traveled east; I've traveled west;

And I've been south of the border:

Sometimes sober, often drunk,

And sometimes out of order.

Sometimes, I've been true to love,

And sometimes, I've betrayed it.

But when it's time to cop my whack,

Then I've coughed up and paid it.

 

I swore by the light of the morning sun

My drinking days were over.

That very night I was back in town,

Following the ways of a rover.

 

When we toast for auld lang syne

Friends absent or departed,

I'll drink to my own true love

Though she was fickle-hearted.

Then lay me down with another lass

With a head full of wine and brandy.

Who gives a shite for the cutty stool?

It's hey for houghmagandie!

 

I swore by the light of the morning sun

My drinking days were over.

That very night I was back in town

Following the ways of a rover.

 

I was born and raised a pagan.

You could call it my vocation.

I hate your Christian morals

With their rules and regulations.

Through the smoke of innocence

Like quaens we'll reel and spin young girls

Down the gorgeous avenue

Ye call the path of sin.

 

I swore by the light of the morning sun

My drinking days were over.

That very night I was back in town

Following the ways of a rover.

 

I swore by the light of the morning sun

My drinking days were over.

That very night I was back in town:

I was following the ways of a rover.


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