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-roving with you, fair maid! Chorus: A-roving, a-roving, Since roving’s been my ruin, I’ll go no more a-roving With you, fair maid! I asked this maid to marry me, Mark well what I do say! I asked this maid to marry me, But she would not consent, you see. I’ll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! Chorus She said, “Young man, come spend your gold,” Mark well what I do say! She said, “Young man, come spend your gold, For in my bed you shall grow old.” I’ll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! Chorus Her eyes were like two stars so bright, Mark well what I do say! Her eyes were like two stars so bright, Her face was fair, her step was light. I’ll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!