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Ramblin' Rover [C]Silly Wizzard

Chorus
Oh, there are Csober men and plenty, And drunkards barely twenty,
There are Fmen of over Cninety, Who have Dmnever yet kissed a Fgirl.
But gie Cme a rambling rover, Frae Orkney down to Dover,
We'll Froam the country Cover, And toDm-gether we'llG face theC world.

I have Croamed through all the nations In delight of all creations
FEnjoyed a wee Csensation, When the Dmcompany did prove F kind.
But when Cpartin' was no pleasure, I've drunk another measure
To the Fgood friends that we C treasure For they Dmalways are Gin our Cminds.

There are Cthose who feign enjoyment From merciless employment
Their amF-bition was this Cdeployment From the Dmminute they left the Fschool
They C save and scrape and ponder While the rest go out and squander
See the Fworld and rove in Cwonder And they're Dm happier Gas a Crule.

If you're Cbent with arthritis, Your bowels have got colitis
You've Fgalloping bollock-Citis And you're Dmthinking it's time you Fdied
You've Cbeen a man of action, You're lying there in traction
You may Fget some satis-Cfaction thinkin' "DmJesus, at Gleast I Ctried".

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