I'm looking for the lyrics to a song that I think is called "The Roving Dies Hard", though I may very well be mistaken about that. The only lines I know go something like this:

"And if ever I'm asked why the Scots are beguiled, I lift up my glass in a health, and I smile; For nature's the one who dealt Scotland the wildest of cards, And the roving dies hard."

Any help would be appreciated.

Guy