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.
