A Rovin'

In Liverpool there lived a maid,

     Mark well what I do say,

In Liverpool there lived a maid and she was mistress of her trade, 

     I’ll go no more a-roving with 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.

I met this fair maid after dark,

We took a stroll round Sefton Park.

I put me arm around her waist,

Says she, ‘Young man, you’re in great haste!’

I put me hand upon her knee, 

Says she, 'Young man, you’re rather free’

I put me hand upon her thigh, 

Says she, ‘Young man, you’re awful high!'

She swore that she’d be true to me, 

But spent me pay-day fast and free.

In three weeks’ time I was badly bent,

So off to sea I sadly went.

And then back to the Liverpool Docks,

Saltpetre stowed in our boots an’ socks.

Now when I got back home from sea, 

A soldier had her on his knee.