139. I’m a Rover, Seldom Sober

Chanson traditionnelle, Ecosse.

There's ner a night that I'm going to ramble
Ner a night that I'm going to roam
There's ner a night that I'm going to ramble
'Tae the airms of my ain true love

Though the night dark as a dungeon
Not a star to be seen above
I'll take the road now without a stumble
Intae the airms o' my ain true love

For I'm a rover, seldom sober
I'm a rover o' high degree
It's when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company

I crept up tae her bedroom window
Kneelin' gently upon a stane;
I whispered softly through her window
"Darlin' lassie, be you lie alane?"

She raised her head on her snaw-whi' pillow
Wi' her arms raised round her breast
Says "who is that at my bedroom window
Disturbin' me at my long night's rest?"

Said "I true Love it's your own true lover
Open the door and let me in
For I have come on a long long journey
And I am drenched unto me skin."

She opened the door then without a murmer
Opened the door and then let him in
And sinely kissed and embraced each other
And in the mornin' they lay as yin

The day was dawning The cocks were crawin'
Birds were whistlin' on every tree
Fairwell my true love now I must leave you
For the long night has turned to day
|: (Ref.) :|

Le titre et l’auteur de l’image de référence, et sa date de création, sont disponibles dans l’URL de l’image: pour les voir, faites un clic-droit et ouvrez l’image dans un nouvel onglet ou téléchargez l’image.