In Amsterdam, there lived a maid
Mark well what I do say
In Amsterdam, there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin-o
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
I took that fair maid for a walk
Mark well what I do say
I took that fair maid for a walk
She said: "Young man, I'd rather talk"
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin-o
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
I put my hand upon her thigh
Mark well what I do say
I put my hand upon her thigh
She said: "Young man, you're rather high!"
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin-o
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
Her lovely arms were white as milk
Mark well what I do say
Her lovely arms were white as milk
Her flaxen hair was soft as silk
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin-o
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
But when I got back home from sea
Mark well what I do say
When I got back home from sea
A soldier had her on his knee
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin-o
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin-o
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid