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The Rovin' Dies Hard
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My name’s John McKenzie, I’m a master at arms I carry my sword and my shield on my shoulder I’ve fought every fight from the Don to the Danube None braver, none better, none bolder I’ve stood with Montrose and against him I’ve battled with Swedes and with Danes And I’ve carried the standard of many’s the army Through many’s the bloody campaign But now as I sit in the firelight it seems There’s a distant horizon to the sword buckle’s gleam Till a pull at the wine brings an old soldier’s dream from afar For the rovin’ dies hard I’m Callum McLean, I’m a trapper by trade And it’s forty long years since I saw Tobermory Through Canada’s forests I’ve carried my blade And it’s pine trees could tell you my story Now my wandering days they are over But I’m thankful to still be alive For I’ve many’s the kinsman who died in the hulks At the end of the bold forty-five I’ve an Indian lass and I’ll never deceive her But there’s nights with my gun when I’d up and I’d leave her For the land where the bear and the fox and the beaver are lord For the rovin’ dies hard My name’s Willie Campbell, I’m a ship’s engineer And I know every berth between Lisbon and Largo I’ve sweated more diesel in thirty-five years Than a big tanker takes for a cargo Of the good times I’ve always had plenty When the whiskey and the women were wild And there’s many’s the wean wi’ the red lock o’ the Campbells Who’s never seen the coast of Argyll But now as the freighters unload on the quay The sound of the engines is calling to me And it sings me a song of the sun and the sea and the stars For the rovin’ dies hard I’ve tuned up my fiddle, rosined my bow And I’ve sung of the clans and the clear crystal fountains I can tell you the road and the miles to Dundee To the back of Alaska’s wild mountains And my traveling days they are over And the next of the rovers has come He’ll take all my songs and he’ll sing them again To the beat of a different drum And if ever I’m asked why the Scots are beguiled I’ll lift up my glass in a health, and I’ll smile And I’ll tell them that fortune’s dealt Scotland the wildest of cards For the rovin’ dies hard
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