A-Roving

1. In Amsterdam there lived 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!

2 This last six months I've been to sea,
And boys, this maid looked good to me.

3 Her cheeks were like the roses red,
And her eyes were like twin stars at night.

4 I kissed this fair maid on both cheeks.
Says she, " Young man, you're rather free! "

5 In three weeks' time I was badly bent,
And then to sea I sadly went,

6 In a red-hot Yank bound around Cape Horn,
And all my clothes they were in pawn,

7 Bound around Cape Horn and up to Callao
And then load 'petre fer Liverpool.
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