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AM a Rover brisk and bold,

the truth I really tell to you,

No Daniel Brand of Irish birth,

could e'er compare with Jackie Frue.

Lalta la, turel, larel.

Lalta, larel, turel-lu.

Euphanus fair did me beguile,

the first that drew me in love's snare;

That wicked lass to me prov'd false,

set me a roving ever mair.

Then for a soldier I did list,

my roving fancy to pursue,

And every town that we came to,

I always got a sweetheart new.

At Carlile town and Cumberland,

the lasses there were very kind;

For shirts and stockings I did court,

but left the Heckler's lass behind.

At Kendal next, upon the road,

our lodging was at the Black Bull,

Where Nancy rare, a blooming fair,

her watch and gold was at my will.

At Lancaster where we put up,

we had the prettiest Wench in town,

I felt her tuft, her mistress hufft,

was highly jealous at the same.