Maid of Amsterdam


Melody - The melody doesn't quite work with the second version

originally an English "Street song"

1. In Amsterdam there lives a girl,
She sets my heart a whirl,
This lovely maid of Amsterdam
Has kisses sweeter than wine!

In Amsterdam, my dreams all start,
Her charming face is a work of art,
In Amsterdam there lives a girl
Who won my heart.

Chorus:
A-roving. a-roving,
Around the world I used to roam,
But soon the maid of Amsterdam
Will keep me home.


1. In Amsterdam there dwells a maid,
Mark well what I do say;
In Amsterdam there dwells a maid,
And she is mistress of her trade.

Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are red,
Mark well what I do say;
Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are red,
A wealth of hair is on her head.

Chorus:
A-roving, a-roving,
Since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid!

2. I put my arm around her waist,
Mark well what I do say;
I put my arm around her waist,
Says she, "Young man, you're in some haste."

I took that girl upon my knee,
Mark well what I do say,
I took that girl upon my knee,
Says she, "Young man, you're rather free."
Chorus:

3. She swore that she'd be true to me,
Mark well what I do say,
She swore that she'd be true to me,
But spent my money both fast and free.

I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid,
Since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more
Chorus:


In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
Mark well what I do say.
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
Who was always finishing a sailor's trade,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.

Chorus:
A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.

I took the maiden for a walk,
Mark well what I do say.
I too k the maiden for a walk,
She want some gin and didn't she talk,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.
Chorus:

She said, "You sailors, I love you so,"
Mark well what I do say.
"All you sailors, I love you so,"
And the reason why, I soon did know,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.
Chorus:

She placed her hand upon my knee,
Mark well what I do say.
She placed her hand upon my knee,
I said, "Young lass, you're rather free,"
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.
Chorus:

I gave this miss a parting kiss,
Mark well what I do say.
I gave this miss a parting kiss,
When I got aboard, my money I missed,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.
Chorus:


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