A-Roving In Amsterdam there lived a maid Mark well what I say In Amsterdam there lived a maid And she was mistress of her trade I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. Chorus A-roving, a-roving Since roving's been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. I took that fair maid for a walk Mark well what I say I took that fair maid for a walk And we had such a loving talk I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. I put my arm around her waist Mark well what I say I put my arm around her waist So slim and trim and tightly laced I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. I took that maid upon my knee Mark well what I say I took that maid upon my knee Said she, "Give over! Let me be!" I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. |
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