A Rovin'

A Rovin'

Traditional - As sung by Captain Jesse Schaffer


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.
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid.

A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-n,
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid.


Her lips were red her eyes were brown,
Her hair was black and hanging down.

This last ten months I'd been to sea,
An' hell this gal looked good to me.

I took this maid out for a walk,
And we had such a lovely talk.

I took her hand within my own,
Said she "It's time that I was home."

I put my hand upon her knee,
Said she "Young man you're rather free."

I put my hand around her waist,
Said she "Young man you're in great haste."

I put my hand upon her thigh,
Said she "Young man you're rather high."

I put my hand yet higher still,
Said she "Young man that's quite a thrill."

I put my lips upon her lips,
Said she "Mm mm mm mm mm mm."

But when my money all was spent,
'Twas off to sea I sadly went.

When then I did set out to sea,
She said that she'd be true to me.

But when I next came home from sea,
A soldier had her on his knee.