63.
A-ROVING

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-roving from you,
  fair maid, 

CHORUS:
A-roving, a-roving,
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-roving with you,
  fair maid.

Her eyes were like two stars so
  bright,
Mark well what I do say!
Her eyes were like two stars so
  bright,
Her face was fair, her step was light
I'll go no more a-roving with you,
  fair maid!

CHORUS:

Her cheeks were like the rosebuds
  red,
Mark well what I do say!
Her cheeks are like the rosebuds red,
There's a wealth of hair upon her
  head; 
I'll go no more a-roving with you,
  fair maid!

CHORUS:

I took the maiden for a walk,
Mark well what I do say!
I took the maiden for a walk,
And sweet and loving was our talk,
I'll go no more a-roving with you,
  fair maid!

CHORUS:

I took the maiden on my knee,
Mark well what I do say!
I took the maiden on my knee,
She said, "Young man, you're rather
  free."
I'll go no more a-roving with you,
  fair maid.

CHORUS:

                   (cont.)

I put my arm around her waist,
Mark well what I do say!
I put my arm around her waist,
She said, "Young man, you're in great
  haste."
I'll go no more a-roving with you,
  fair maid.

CHORUS:

And if you'd know this maiden's name,
Mark well what I do say!
And if you'd know this maiden's name,
Why soon like mine, 'twill be the
  same;
I'll go no more a-roving from you,  .
  fair maid.

CHORUS:
 

FOGGY, FOGGY DEW

When I was a bachelor, I lived all
  alone,
I worked at the weaver's trade;
And the only, only thing that I did
  that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the winter time 
And in the summer too;
And the only, only thing that I did
  that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy
  dew.

One night she knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep;
She threw her arms around my neck,
And then began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair
Ah me, what could I do? 
So all night long I held her in my
  arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy
  dew.

Now I am a bachelor, I live with my
  son; 
We work at the weaver's trade;
And every, every time I look into his
  eyes
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
He reminds me of the winter time
And of the summer too;
And the many, many times that I held
  her in my arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy,
  foggy dew.


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