I have a loving old father at home,
I’ve cost him many a tear,
And to make lament to him,
I’ll travel ten thousand years;

I’ll rumble and I’ll rove, and I’ll call on my God,
They may say all what they will,
Resolv’d as I am, so long as I live,
For to be a rover still.

Recordings 1 2 3 4 5 6