Maid of Amsterdam
In Amsterdam there lives a maid,
Mark well what I do sa-ay;
In Amsterdam there lives a maid,
And she is mistress of her trade
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I’ll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!
A-roving, a-roving, for roving’s been my ru-i-in
I’ll go no more a-roving, with you, fair maid!
Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are red,
Mark well what I do sa-ay;
Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are red
A wealth of hair is on her head
(chorus)
The maid and I went for a walk,
Mark well what I do sa-ay;
The maid and I went for a walk,
And we had such a loving talk!
(chorus)
I told the maid some stories,
Mark well what I do sa-ay;
And didn’t I tell her whoppers, too
Of all the gold in Timbuctu!
(chorus)
I put my arm around her waist
Mark well what I do sa-ay;
I put my arm around her waist,
Says she, "Young man, you’re in great haste!"
(chorus)
I kissed the maid and went away,
Mark well what I do sa-ay;
I kissed the maid and went away,
Say she, "Young man, why don’t you stay?"
(chorus)
She swore that she’d be true to me,
Mark well what I do sa-ay;
She swore that she’d be true to me,
But spent my money both fast and free!
(chorus)
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