A wonderful song which should be sung often and loudly: in the right company.. enjoy p@

Wild Rover Again               Alistair Hulett

CD note: A loaf of bread, a flask of wine an' a bad case o' the Willie Wimp-oot. There isn't any tune at the end o' this but if there wiz it would be called
Comin' Through The Fly.


Oh, Johnny, my man, come throw yer leg over me.
Why do you lie with your face to the wall?
It's many's the time ye've played the wild rover.
Tonight you won't play the wild rover at all.

He took out his bow tae scrape on my fiddle,
I cried out me man let the nightingales sing.
The tune that he played was cut short in the middle
His bow wasn't able to reach me top string.

I bought him a flask of the finest malt whisky
To see if it would raise his courage once more.
He drank it straight down. So softly he kissed me.
Then he rolled over to sleep and to snore.

I fed him on buttermilk oysters and garlic
I did every thing that a woman could do.
Alas and alack his condition was chronic
The harder I pumped him the softer he grew.

After he's sleeping I run from the chamber
I put on my clothes as fast as I can.
While he's in his bed and nothing the wiser
I'll roll in the arms of some other young man.

And I says me young feller, come throw your leg over me,
Where is the shame in being fond of young men?
It's many's the time I've played the wild rover.
Tonight I will play the wild rover again.