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A-Rovin' In Amsterdam there lived a maid. Mark well what I do say. In Amsterdam there lived a maid And she was a mistress of her trade. I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid. Chorus: A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin.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 hard 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.
In Amsterdam there lived a maid. Mark well what I do say. In Amsterdam there lived a maid And she was a mistress of her trade. I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid.
Chorus:
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ruin.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 hard 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.
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