Tommy Makem Maid Of Amsterdam
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
Chorus:
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', rovin's been my ru-i-in
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid
Her eyes were blue, her skin was brown
Her hair in a ring that's hanging down
One night I crept from my abode
To meet this fair maid down the road
I met this fair maid after dark
And took her to her favorite park.
I took this fair maid for a walk
And we had such a loving talk
I took her out and spent my pay
And then this maid just faded away
I put me arm around her waist
Sez she, 'Young man, you're in great haste!'
I put my hand upon her knee
Sez she, 'Young man you're rather free!'
I put my hand upon her thigh
Sez she, 'Young man you're rather high!'
She swore that she'd be true to me
But spent me pay-day fast and free
In three weeks time I was badly bent
Then off to sea I sadly went.
In a bloodboat Yank bound round Cape Horn
Me boots and clothes were all in pawn
Bound up Cape Stiff through ice and snow
And up the coast to Cally-o
An' then back to the Liverpool Docks
Saltpeter stowed in our boots an' socks
Now when I got home from sea
A soger had her on his knee.
