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A roving, a roving since roving's been my ruin |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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In Amsterdam there lives a maid |
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Mark, well, what I do say |
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In Amsterdam there lives a maid |
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And she was mistress of her trade |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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A roving a roving since roving's been my ruin |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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Her eyes are like two stars so bright |
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Mark, well, what I do say |
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Her eyes are like two stars so bright |
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Her face is soft, her step is light |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red |
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Mark, well, what I do say |
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Her cheeks are like the rosebud's red |
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There's a wealth of hair upon her head |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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A roving, roving, roving, roving, roving's been my ruin |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
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A roving, a roving since roving's been my ruin |
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I'll go no more a roving from you, fair maid |
