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A-roving, a-roving since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid
In Amsterdam there lives a maid
Mark, well, what I do say
In Amsterdam there lives a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid
(I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid)
Her eyes are like two stars so bright
Mark, well, what I do say
Her eyes are like two stars so bright
Her face is soft her step is light
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid
Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red
Mark, well, what I do say
Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red
There's a wealth of hair upon her head
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid
(A-roving, roving, roving, roving, roving's been my ruin)
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid
(A-roving, a-roving since roving's been my ruin)
I'll go no more a-roving from you fair maid