"A-Rovin' (1)" Song Lyrics and Music Score

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A-Rovin' (1)

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 ru-i-in
     I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid

One night I crept from my abode
     Mark etc.
One night I crept from my abode
To meet this fair maid down the road
     I'll go etc.

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

I took this fair maid for a walk
And we had such a loving 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!"

*

She sore that she'd be true to me
But spent me pay-day fast and free

In three weeks time I was badly bent
Then off to sea I sadly went.

In a bloodboat Yank bound round Cape Horn
Me boots and clothes were all in pawn

Bound up Cape Stiff through ice and snow
And up the coast to Cally-o

An' then back to the Liverpool Docks
Saltpeter stowed in our boots an' socks

Now when I got home from sea
A soger had her on his knee.

* I've omitted 7 of Hugill's rather clumsy attempts to
     sanitize the song. If you can't figure out how an
     "anatomical progression" works, you're
     beyond help. RG
From Shanties from the Seven Seas, Hugill

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