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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 @bawdy @sailor @work filename[ AROVIN1 TUNE FILE: AROVIN.1 CLICK TO PLAY TUNE FILE: AROVIN.2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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