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WILD ROVER.

I've been a wild rover for many a long year
IÕve spent all my money boys in fine girls and strong beer,
So for my part I will lay up my money in store
And ItÕs never will I play the wild rover no more.

Chorus
Wild Rover, Wild Rover, Wild Rover no more,
And ItÕs never will I play the Wild Rover no more.

I callÕd at some an ale-house I usÕd to resort,
The liquor was good, but my money was short:
I askÕd them to trust me, but their answer was nay,
Such a customer as you, my boy, we can have any day."

Then I pulled out my handfuls of money straightway
It was only for to try them to hear what theyÕd say,
YouÕre welcome kind sir to liquor of the best
What I told you before was only in jest."

Oh no I replied that never will be,
IÕll see you all hanged if I spend one penny;
For a man thatÕs got money, he may sing and may roar,
But a man thatÕs got none must be turned out of doors.

You should see the landlady, at ease in her chair,
With her ruffles round her wrist, fine curls in her hair,
ItÕs got by our money boys, that you very well know,
And for to maintain them - we are fools if we do.

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From Henry Lee of Whitchurch - May 1906 (H346)
From Frank PurslowÕs Constant Lovers page 109
Verses 3 & 4 based on version via Wiltshire and Alfred Williams.

Tim Radford