A-Roving

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

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

 I took that fair maid for a walk
Mark well what I say
I took that fair maid for a walk
And we had such a loving talk
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.

 I put my arm around her waist
Mark well what I say
I put my arm around her waist
So slim and trim and tightly laced
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.

 I took that maid upon my knee
Mark well what I say
I took that maid upon my knee
Said she, "Give over! Let me be!"
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.