Rothsea-O

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One New Years eve in Glasgow Town
When all we had was half a crown
A bunch of us thought we’d prowl around
And find some fun in Rothsea-O
We wandered out Victoria Street
We didn’t care much for snow or sleet
And at half past two, with achin’ feet
We found ourselves in Rothsea-O

A dalama doo a dama dae
A dalama doo a dad n oh
Dalama doo a dama dae
The night we went to Rothsea-O

Martin Rahmberg here who’s a bit of a lout
Said he’d treat us all to a pint of stout
So as quick as we could we all set out
For a public house in Rothsea-O
Says I: “My lads, I’d like to sing!”
Says I: “You’ll no do such a thing!”
I said: “Clear the room and we’ll make a ring
And I fight ye all in Rothsea-O”

A dalama doo a dama dae
A dalama doo a dad n oh
Dalama doo a dama dae
The night we went to Rothsea-O

We had to find a place to sleep
We were all too drunk to even creep
We found a place that was really cheap
In a boarding house in Rothsea-O
We all layed down to take our ease
When somebody happened for to sneeze
And he wakened half a million fleas
In a single room in Rothsea-O

A dalama doo a dama dae
A dalama doo a dad n oh
Dalama doo a dama dae
The night we went to Rothsea-O

There were several different kinds of pests
They ran and they jumped inside our vests
They got in our hair and they built their nests
And they cried: “Hurrah for Rothsea-O!”
Says I: “I’ll think we’ll head for home”
And we swore we never more would roam
And we’re scratching still as we sing this poem
Of the night we spent in Rothsea-O

A dalama doo a dama dae
A dalama doo a dad n oh
Dalama doo a dama dae
The night we went to Rothsea-O

A lively party that broke up because of an attack of half-a-million fleas.