A ROVING

In Amsterdam there lives a maid
And she was a mistress of her trade

And I want no more a roving
With that fair maid
And a roving and a roving
And a roving has been my ruino
And I want no more roving
With that fair maid

This last months I've been to sea
And boy's, this maid looked good to me

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

I kissed this fair maiden on both cheeks
Says she "Young boy you're rather free"

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

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

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