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
  I'll go no more a roving from you fair maid

  Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red,
  mark well what I do say
  Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red
  there's a wealth of hair upon her head
  I 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