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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. @parting @rambling filename[ IMAROVR2 JB  8note Sheet |
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