Testo A Roving

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