A-Roving

A-Roving

Traditional - Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord


In Amsterdam there lived a maid
Mark well what I do say!
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade,
And I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!

A-roving, a-roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!


Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Mark well what I do say!
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Her face is fair, her step is light.
And I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!

A-roving, a-roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!


Her cheeks are like the rosebuds red;
Mark well what I do say!
Her cheeks are like the rosebuds red;
There's wealth of hair upon her head.
And I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!

A-roving, a-roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!