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Title
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Wild rover
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I've been a wild rover these several years,
I've spent all my money on strong ale, wine and beer;
But the time it will come, my boys, when we're all in good cheer,
Lest poverty happens to fall to our share.
Chorus
So now I will lay up my money in store,
And never will play the wild rover no more.
Verse 2
I went to an ale house where I used to resort,
Said I to the landlord - 'My money runs short.'
I asked him to trust me, but his answer was, 'Nay!
Such custom as yours I can get every day.'
Chorus
Verse 3
Then I pulled out my handfuls of silver straightway,
It was only to try them to hear what they'd say -
'You're welcome kind sir, in my house to the best,
What I told you before, it was only in jest.'
Chorus
Verse 4
'Oh, no! My brave boys. That never can be.
I'll see them all hanged ere I'll spend a pennee.
For a man that's got money may sing and may roar,
But a man that's got none must be turned out of doors.'
