Oh, there're sober men and plenty,nAnd drunkards barely twenty,nThere are men of over ninetynThat have never yet kissed a girl.nBut give me a ramblin' rover,nFrae Orkney down to Dover.nWe will roam the country overnAnd together we'll face the world.nnThere's many that feign enjoymentnFrom merciless employment,nTheir ambition was this deploymentnFrom the minute they left the school.nAnd they save and scrape and pondernWhile the rest go out and squander,nSee the world and rove and wandernAnd are happier as a rule. nnOh, there're sober men and plenty,nAnd drunkards barely twenty,nThere are men of over ninetynThat have never yet kissed a girl.nBut give me a ramblin' rover,nFrae Orkney down to Dover.nWe will roam the country overnAnd together we'll face the world.nnI've roamed through all the nationsnIn delight of all creations,nAnd enjoyed a wee sensationnWhere the company, it was kind.nAnd when partin' was no pleasure,nI've drunk another measurenTo the good friends that we treasurenFor they always are in our mind. nnOh, there're sober men and plenty,nAnd drunkards barely twenty,nThere are men of over ninetynThat have never yet kissed a girl.nBut give me a ramblin' rover,nFrae Orkney down to Dover.nWe will roam the country overnAnd together we'll face the world.nnIf you're bent wi' arthiritis,nYour bowels have got Colitis,nYou've gallopin' bollockitisnAnd you're thinkin' it's time you died,nIf you been a man o' action,nThough you're lying there in traction,nYou will get some satisfactionnThinkin', Jesus, at least I tried.nnOh, there're sober men and plenty,nAnd drunkards barely twenty,nThere are men of over ninetynThat have never yet kissed a girl.nBut give me a ramblin' rover,nFrae Orkney down to Dover.nWe will roam the country overnAnd together we'll face the world.