A-Roving Songtext
von The Men of the Robert Shaw Chorale

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-roving with you fair maid

A roving, a roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I′ll go no more a-roving 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
And we had such a loving talk
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid

A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I′ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving


I put my arm around her waist
Mark well what I do say
I put my arm around her waist
She said, "Young man, you′re in great haste!"
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid

A-roving, a-roving
Since roving′s been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving

I took that maid upon my knee
Mark well what I do say
I took that maid upon my knee
She said, "Young man, you′re rather free!"
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid

A-roving, a-roving
Since roving′s been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid

A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I′ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid