| 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 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Roving, artist - Harry Belafonte. Album song Tribute to Harry Belafonte - Integral 1954-1962 - Vol. 4: Merci Bon Dieu, in the genre Поп