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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Digital Tradition Folk Music - A-Rovin' Sheet Music and Lyrics

A-Rovin' 1 Sheet Music

A-Rovin' 2 Sheet Music

A-ROVIN' (1)
Lyrics

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
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid

One night I crept from my abode
Mark etc.
One night I crept from my abode
To meet this fair maid down the road
I'll go etc.

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 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 sore 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.


A-ROVIN' (2)
Lyrics

In Portsmouth town there lived a maid
Bless you young women
In Portsmouth town there lived a maid
Do mind what I do say!
In Portsmouth town there lived a maid
The British Navy was her trade,
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid.
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid.

She swore to me that she was true
Bless etc.
She swore to me that she was true
Do mind etc.
She's true to me, she's true to you
She's true to the whole damn Navy, too
I'll go no more etc.

I put me hand upon her toe
Sez she,"Young man, you're rather low"

I put me hand upon her knee
Sez she,"Young man, you're makion' free"

I put me hand upon her thigh
Sez she,"Young man, you're drawin' nigh"

I put me hand upon her thatch
Sez she,"Young man, that's my main hatch"

I slipped me mainmast to her blocks
Sez she, "Young man, I've got the pox!"

* I've omitted 7 of Hugill's rather clumsy attempts to
sanitize the song. If you can't figure out how an
"anatomical progression" works, you're
beyond help. RG
From Shanties from the Seven Seas, Hugill
@bawdy @sailor @work
filename[ AROVIN1
TUNE FILE: AROVIN.1
TUNE FILE: AROVIN.2

Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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