| I sat me down, I’m new in town
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| So it’s my shout sir, it’s my round
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| The children mock me all through town
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| Sticks and stones all over
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| I’m a over drunk or sober
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| I go trampelling this world over
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| And when I die let me go
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| For I’m a Rover drunk or sober
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| In the watchful eye of Pope John Paul
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| I loved one girl most of all
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| Now I’ve known girls in every town
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| But not a one can hold me down
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| Cuz' I’m a over drunk or sober
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| I go trampelling this world over
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| And when I die let me go
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| For I’m a Rover drunk or sober
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| Yeah I broke that young girl’s heart
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| And I’ve seen young hearts ripped apart
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| When Ireland called me to the clover
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| But now the fight is over
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| So I’m a over drunk or sober
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| I go trampelling this world over
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| And when I die let me go
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| For I’m a Rover drunk or sober |