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

Chorus:
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', rovin's been my ru-i-in
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid

Her eyes were blue, her skin was brown
Her hair in a ring that's hanging down

One night I crept from my abode
To meet this fair maid down the road

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 took her out and spent my pay
And then this maid just faded away

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 swore 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.