Classic Poem

Now, a oving, a roving, Since roving has been
my downfall, I'll go no more a roving with you, fair
maid! Mark well what I do say! Oh, a roving, a
roving, Since roving has been my downfall, I'll go no more a
roving with you, fair maid!

1 When I laid my hand upon her knee,
She said, " Young man, you're being rather free!
Won't you please go 'way and leave me, your fair young maid? "

2 Now, when I laid my hand upon her old bustle,
She said, " Young man, you're a-goin' to have a tussle! "
So we'll go no more a roving with you, fair maid! . . .

3 So at last we chatted and chaffed away;
She said, " Young man, you're a-goin' today! "
When all I want to leave is for me, fair maid.

4 When I laid my hand on her shoulders then,
She looked at me and gently cried,
" You're going away today, you are, so farewell now! "