A Rovin’
In Ply-mouth-town there lived a maid,
Bless you young wo-man.
In Ply-mouth-town there lived a maid,
Oh, mind what I do say.
In Ply-mouth-town there lived a maid
And she was mis-tress of her trade.
I'll go no more a-rov-in with you fair maid.
A-rov-in, a-rov-in', since rov-in's been
My ru i in, I'll go no more a-rov-in'
With you fair maid
