I'm a rover and seldom sober

I'm a a rover and seldom sober

I'm a rover, o' high degree;

And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking

How to gain my love's company.

Though the nicht be dark as dungeon

No' a star to be seen above,

I will be guided without a stumble

Into the airms o' my ain true love.

He steppit up to her bedroom window,

Kneelin' gently upon a stone;

He rappit at her bedroom-window

"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?"

She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow

Wi' her arms aboot her breast,

"Wha' is that at my bedroom window

Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?"

"It's only me, your ain true lover,

Open the door and let me in.

For I hae come on a lang journey,

And I'm near drenched to the skin."

She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure,

She opened the door and let him in,

They baith shook hands and embraced each other

Until the mornin' they lay as one.

The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin'

The burns they ran free abune the brae;

"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie

And the fairmer I must obey."

"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee

And though the hills they are high above,

I will climb them wi' greater pleasure

Since I been in the airms o' my love.