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08/27/08 20:53:55 GMT
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Thanks Lucinda heres a couple more fore the choir
A-Rovin'
A-Roving, a-roving, since roving's been my rui-in
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid
In Amsterdam there lived a maid, mark well what I do say
In Amsterdam there lived a maid, and she was a mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid
I took this fair maid for a walk
I took this fair maid for a walk, she said, Young man I'd rather talk
I'll go ...
I put my arm around her waist
I put my arm around her waist, she said, Young man you're in great haste
I'll go ...
She said that she'd be true to me
She said that she'd be true to me but spent my money fast and free
I'll go ...
In three weeks' time I was badly bent
In three weeks' time I was badly bent, and off to sea I sadly went
I'll go ...
Now when I got back home from sea
Now when I got back home from sea, a soldier had her on his knee
I'll go ...
O WALY
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
And neither have I wings to fly.
O go and get me some little boat,
To carry o'er my true love and I.
A-down in the meadows the other day
A-gath'ring flow'rs both fine and gay
A-gath'ring flowers, both red and blue,
I little thought what love could do.
I put my hand into one soft bush,
Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find.
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'r alone.
I lean'd my back up against some oak,
Thinking it was a trusty tree.
But first he bended then he broke,
So did my love prove false to me.
Where love is planted, O there it grows,
It buds and blossoms like some rose;
It has a sweet and pleasant smell,
No flow'r on earth can it excel.
Must I be bound, O and she go free!
Must I love one thing that does not love me!
Why should I act such a childish part,
And love a girl that will break my heart.
There is a ship sailing on the sea,
She's loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as in love I am;
I care not if I sink or swim.
O love is handsome and love is fine,
And love is charming when it is true;
As it grows older it groweth colder
And fades away like the morning dew.
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