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The Wild Rover
Traditional, PD. Recorded by Darby O'Gill, "Waitin' for a Ride", 1996,
Dog Sheet Music, et al.
Notes: One of the most familiar pub songs. The last verse is my own.
Wild Rover

    G                                              C
I've been a wild rover  for many’s the year
           G                C            D                G
And I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returnin’  with gold in great store
      G             C                 D          G
And I never will play the wild rover no more

          D                  G                         C
And it's no, nay, never; no, nay, never no more
         G                C              D          G
Will I'll play the wild rover. No, never no more

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the land lady my money was spent
I asked her for credit; she answered me nay
It’s a custom like yours I can have any day

I pulled out of my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said I've got whiskey and wine of the best
And if you come upstairs you can try on my dress

I'll go back to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they forgive me, as oft' times before
Then I never will play the wild rover no more

Well I told to my father: I’ve been rovin’ wild
And I found me a girl, and I gave her a child
I asked her to marry, she answered instead
That never can be cause she’s already wed

My father said: son, I pity your plight
But you should’ve used you a rubber that night
Well I did use a rubber, from an Englishman’s hall
But the gall darn thing burst, it was four sizes too small
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