Harry Belafonte - A-Roving lyrics

A roving, a roving since roving's been my ruin 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 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 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'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid A roving, roving, roving, roving, roving's been my ruin 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