A - Roving

In Plymouth town there loved a maid,

Bless you young women;

In Plymouth town there lived a maid,

O mind what I do say,

In Plymouth town 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.

O didn’t I tell her stories too,

Bless you young women;

O didn’t I tell her stories too,

O mind what I do say,

O didn’t I tell her whoppers too,

Of the gold I found in Timbuctoo,

I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.