I'm a rover and seldom sober
I'm a rover, o' high degree;
It’s when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How
to gain my love's company.
Though the night be dark as dungeon
No' a star to be seen above,
I will be guided without a stumble
Into the
arms o' my ain true love.
He stepped up to her bedroom window,
Kneeling gently upon a stone;
He rappit at her bedroom-window
"Darling
dear, do you lie alone?"
She raised her head on her snow white pillow
Wi' her arms about her breast,
"Who' is that at my bedroom window
Disturbing
me at my long night's rest?"
"It's only me, your ain true lover,
Open the door and let me in.
For I have come on a long, long 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 both shook hands and embraced
each other
Until the morning they lay as one.
The cocks were crawing, the birds were whistling
The burns they ran free abune the brae;
"Remember, lass, I'm a
ploughman laddie
And the farmer I must obey."
"Noo, my lass, I must go and leave thee
And though the hills they are high above,
I will climb them wi' greater
pleasure
Since I’ve been in the arms o' my love.
