I Am a Rover
1. She drew a chair, and bade ne sit down,
And soon she'd told me her heart I'd won:
She turned her head as I took my leave -
My bonny lass, for me don't grieve.
cho: I am a rover, and that's well known:
I am a-bound for to leave my home;
Leaving ny friends and my dear to mourn;
My bonny lass, till I return.
2. I sat me down for to write a song,
I wrote it wide and I wrote it long,
At every line I shed a tear,
At every word, I cried "My dear!"
3. Oh, am I bound or am I free?
Oh, am I bound for to marry thee?
A married life you soon shall see,
A contented mind, no jealousy.
4. As I rode over yon dreary moor,
Ere I lost sight of my true love's door,
My legs were lame and my eyes were blind -
I'd left my bonny lass behind.
From the Watersons; their source, Frank Kidson, Traditional Tunes.