Chantey Hymnal/Maid of Amsterdam

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. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid,

Chorus A-roving, a-roving, Since roving's been my ru-I-n, I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!

I took the maiden for a walk And sweet and loving was her talk. I put my arm around her waist, Says she, "Young man, you're in some haste."

I took that girl upon my knee, Says she, "Young man, you're rather free." I put my hand upon her thigh Sez she, "Young man you're rather high!"

She swore that she'd be true to me, But spent my money both fast and free. In three weeks' time I was badly bent Then off to sea I sadly went.