The Maid of Amsterdam

The Maid of Amsterdam

Traditional - Lyrics from Iron Men & Wooden Ships, by Frank Shay


In Amsterdam there dwelt a maid,
Mark well what I do say;
In Amsterdam there dwelt a maid,
And she was mistress of her trade.
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid.
A-roving, a-roving,
Since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid.


Her eyes were blue, her cheeks were red,
Mark well what I do say;
Her eyes were blue, her cheeks were red,
A wealth of hair was on her head.
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid.
A-roving, a-roving,
Since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid.