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



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

A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin

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 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