A-Rovin'

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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.

Chorus:
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin' been my ru-i-in,
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 had 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.

Keywords: sex, whore, disease, VD, ship