In Amsterdam there lived a maid
Bless you young woman
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
Mark well what I-I do say
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
I’ll go no more a-r-o-ovin’ with you fair maid
A-rovin’, a-rovin’, since rovin’s bin me ru-i-in
I’ll go no more a-r-o-ovin’ with you fair maid
I met her walkin’ on the strand
An’ said: “Good-day”, and took her hand
I took this fair maid for a walk
An’ we had such a lovin’ talk
An’ didn’t I tell her stories true
Of the gold we fond down in Timbuktu
Now scarce had I bin gone to sea
When a soldier took her on his knee
