The Rovin' Dies Hard Lyrics

Battlefield Band

My names Willie Campbell IÂ'm a ships engineer and I know every berth between Lisbon and Largo IÂ've sweated mare diesel in thirty five year than a big tanker takes for a cargo oh the good times IÂ've always had plenty where the whisky and the woman were wild and thereÂ's many the wean wiÂ' the red locks and the CampbellÂ's
ThatÂ's naÂ're seen the coast or 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 rovinÂ' dies hard.

IÂ've tuned up my fiddle IÂ've rosined my bow IÂ've sung of the clans and the clear crystal fountains I can tell you the road and the miles frae Dundee to the back of AlaskaÂ's wild mountains when my travelling days they are over and the next of the rovers has come heÂ'll take all the songs and heÂ'll sing them again to the beat of a different drum and if ever IÂ'm asked why the Scots are beguiled IÂ'll lift up my glass in her health and IÂ'll smile and IÂ'll tell them that fortune dealt Scotland the wildest of cards for the rovinÂ' dies hard.