A roving, a roving since roving's been my ruin I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid In Amsterdam there lives a maid Mark well what I do say In Amsterdam there lives a maid And she was mistress of her trade I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin I'll go no more a roving from 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 soft her step is light I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin