Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Contributed by Zippy

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.

Chorus: A-rovin’, a-rovin’, since rovin’ been my ru-i-in, I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you, fair maid.

I put my hand upon her knee. Mark well what I do say. I put my hand upon her knee. She said, “Young man, you’re rather free.” 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.

I put my hand upon her snatch. Mark well what I do say. I put my hand upon her snatch. She said, “Young man, that’s my main hatch.” I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you, fair maid.

She rolled me over on my back. Mark well what I do say. She rolled me over on my back. And fucked so had my balls did crack I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you, fair maid.

And then I slipped her on the blocks Mark well what I do say. And then I slipped her on the blocks She said, “Young man, I’ve got the pox.” I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you, fair maid.

And when she spent my whole year’s pay, Mark well what I do say. And when she spent my whole year’s pay, She slipped her anchor and sailed away. I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you, fair maid.