I've been a folksinger for bloody eight year

And I sing half the night for the fun and free beer

But now that I'm older I know the score

And I never will sing 'The Wild Rover' no more

And it's no nay never (raise up your kilt), no nay

never no more

Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more

I know it 's a song that pleases the folk

But I have to admit that it just makes me *choke*

A night with a tooth-ache is more fun to me

Than the singing of one verse, never mind two or three

And it's no nay never (lift up your skirt), no nay

never no more

Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more

This song is requested again and again

If I'll hear it once more it will drive me insane

The words get so stupid, it just makes me wild

And the tune could be learned by a two year old child

And it's no nay never(drop down your pants), no nay

never no more

Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more

So I go to a folkclub, I take a shotgun along

And I shoot the first bastard who askes for this song

The hangman will say as I fall through the floor:

"You never will sing 'The Wild Rover' no more!"

And it's no nay never (shit on the floor), no nay never

no more

Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more

And it's no nay never (raise up your kilt), no nay

never no more

Will I play 'The Wild Rover', nay never no more