I'M A ROVER -- Trad. Scotland. Recording

chorus: I'm a rover, seldom sober,
I'm a rover of high degree.
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin'
How to gain my love's company.

Now though the night be as dark‘s a dungeon
Never a moon nor a candle light.
I must be going without a stumble
Into the arms of my own true love.

Now when he come to his true love's dwellin'
He knelt down silently upon a stone
And through the window he whispers lowly
Does my own true love lie alone?

She lifted her head from her down white pillow
Lifted the blankets from off her breast
And raised herself up onto an elbow
Who's that disturbin' me from my night's rest?

Tis I, tis I you own true lover
Open the door, love, and let me in
For I am wet love, likewise am weary
For I am wet love unto the skin.

She raised herself up with the greatest of pleasure
She raised herself up and she let him in
And all the night long they rolled in each other's arms
Until the long night was fast and gone.

And when the long night was fast and over
When the small cocks began to crow
He shook her hand and they kissed and parted
He saddled and mounted and away did go.