A-Rovin’ or the Amsterdam Maid
You can really have fun with this old standard

       C                            F        C
In Amsterdam there lived a Maid
C                 G     C
Mark well what I do say!
        F                           C
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
          G                          G7
And she was mistress of her trade
      C                     F               C   G     C
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid

Chorus:
    F              C                  G                       G   G7
A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in
    C                       F               C    G     C
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid

          C                          F        C
One night I crept from my abode
C                 G     C
Mark well what I do say!
           F                         C
One night I crept from my abode
         G                             G7
To meet this fair maid down the road
      C                     F               C   G     C
I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid   Chorus

(The rest of the verses follow the same pattern:)

I met this fair maid after dark
And took her to her favorite park.

I took this fair maid for a walk
And we had such a loving talk.

I put my hand upon her knee
Sez she, "Young man you're rather free!"

I put my hand upon her thigh
Sez she, "Young man you're rather high!"

I put my hand upon her hip
Sez she, “Young man, that’s almost it!”
 
I put me arm around her waist
Sez she, "Young man, you're in great haste!"

(Be creative...  the verses go "up" from here... or ask the audience for suggestions  *caution* may require some quick thinking on the part of the bard...)

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
Then off to sea I sadly went.

In a bloodboat Yank bound round Cape Horn
Me boots and clothes were all in pawn

Bound up Cape Stiff through ice and snow
And up the coast to Cally-o

An' then back to the Liverpool Docks
Saltpeter stowed in our boots an' socks

Now when I got home from sea
A sojer had her on his knee.

Repeat 1st verse...
 

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