The Mild Rover
I've
been a mild rover for many's a year,
And
I've spent all my money on warm ginger beer.
But
now I am turning, like worms have before,
And
I never will play the mild rover no more,
And it's no, nay, never, no nay never no more,
Will I play the mild rover, no never no more.
I
went into an alehouse I used to frequent,
And
I told the landlady me money was spent.
I
asked her for credit, she answered me "Yes -
I've
seen this done before, now get out your largesse".
I
put me hand in me pocket, pulled out what I'd got,
And
the landlady's eyes opened wide with the shock.
She
said "Where's the money?" - "But I thought you knew;
I
told you I'd none in verse one and verse two".
I'll
go home to my family, tell them what I did,
And
ask them to lend me a couple of quid.
For
I can see clear that I've misspent my youth,
From
now on I'll be jolly rough and uncooth.
Now
I will go wild, to the pub I will stray -
If
they ask me to leave I won't go straight away;
I'll
stay up past my bedtime, get loose women tight,
I
will be a wild rover - well, I think, p'rhaps, I might.
Copyright Chris Sugden, 1995