歌词
I'm rambling and roving from village to town
In every country I'm rambling around
The sky is me roof and the earth is me floor
But don't be surprised if I knock on your door
And a-roving I'll go
Up wi' your glasses and rosin your bow
And a roving I'll go
Never give up when you're feeling low
In a doss house in Dublin the landlady said
"You can stay for the night if you make your own bed"
"No trouble", says I, "sure I've done that before"
Says she, "There's the hammer and nails on the floor"
And a-roving I'll go
Up wi' your glasses and rosin your bow
And a roving I'll go
Never give up when you're feeling low
In Paris I walked in a restaurant fine
Says I, "would you give me a bottle of wine"
"What year would you like", the landlord did say
"Ah" says I, "my good man I would like it today"
And a-roving I'll go
Up wi' your glasses and rosin your bow
And a roving I'll go
Never give up when you're feeling low
It's time to be going it's time to be gone
The high hills and valleys keep calling me on
But here's to your friendship and fire side bright
And here's to the whiskey we're drinking tonight
And a-roving I'll go
Up wi' your glasses and rosin your bow
And a roving I'll go
Never give up when you're feeling low
And a-roving I'll go
Up wi' your glasses and rosin your bow
And a roving I'll go
Never give up when you're feeling low
