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-rov ing with you fair maid.
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rov ing
With you fair maid.
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Mark well what I do say,
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Her face is fair, her step is light;
I'll go no more a-rov ing with you fair maid.
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rov ing
With you fair maid.
Her cheeks are like the rosebuds red,
Mark well what I do say,
Her cheeks are like the rosebuds red,
There's wealth of hair upon her head;
I'll go no more a-rov ing with you fair maid.
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rov ing
With you fair maid.
I love this fair maid as my life,
Mark well what I do say,
I love this fair maid as my life,
And soon she'll be my little wife;
I'll go no more a-rov ing with you fair maid.
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rov ing
With you fair maid.
And if you'd know this maiden's name,
Mark well what I do say,
And if you'd know this maiden's name,
Why soon like mine, 'twill be the same;
I'll go no more a-rov ing with you fair maid.
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-rov ing
With you fair maid.