4 May 2010 0 Comments

Maid of Amsterdam (A-Rovin’)

In Amsterdam I met a maid

Mark well what I do say!

In Amsterdam I met a maid

She’s always mistress of her trade

I’ll go no more a roving with you fair maid

A Roving A Roving

Since Roving’s been my ru-i-n

No more I’ll go a roving with you fair maid


Her eyes were blue, her skin was brown
Her hair was black and hanging down

I met this fair maid after dark
And took her to her favourite park.

I took this fair maid for a walk
I bought her gin and could she talk

I put me arm around her waist
Sez she, ‘Young man, you’re in great haste!’

I put my hand upon her knee
Sez she, ‘Young man you’re rather free!’

I put my hand upon her thigh
Sez she, ‘Young man you’re rather high!’

I put my hand apon her breast

And the wind picked up from the south south west

Then we parted with a kiss

But when on board my purse I missed

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