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I'm A Rover Seldom Sober, lyrics chords

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I'm A Rover Seldom Sober, The Dubliners lyrics song tabs. this one sounds a lot like the Night Visiting Song which was also sang by Luke Kelly of The Dubliners, even the tune is simaler, I'd say this was the original, sounds Scottish to me.
 

[G]I'm a a rover and[C] seldom so[G]ber
I'm a rover, o' high de[D]gree;
And when I'm[G] drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's[D] compa[G]ny.
 
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 thrm wi' greater pleasure
Since I been in the airms o' my love.

   
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