Maid of Amsterdam |
In Amsterdam there dwells a maid, Mark well what I do say; In Amsterdam there dwells a maid, And she is mistress of her trade. Chorus: I'll go no more a-roving With you, fair maid, A-roving, a-roving, Since roving's been my ruin, I'll go no more a-roving With you, fair maid!
2. I took the maiden for a walk
3. Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are red, |
4. I put my arm around her waist, Mark well what I do say; I put my arm around her waist, Says she, "Young man, you're in some haste." Chorus:
5. I took that girl upon my knee,
6. She swore that she'd be true to me,
7. In three weeks' time I was badly bent |