The Roving Kind

The Roving Kind - The Weavers

As I cruised out one evening upon a night's career

I spied a lofty clipper ship and to her I did steer

I heisted out my signals which she so quickly knew

And when she saw my bunting fly

She immediately hove too

She had a dark and a roving eye

And her hair hung down in ring a lets

She was a nice girl

A proper girl but one of the roving kind

Oh pardenly she sisit to me for being out so late

But if my parents heard of this

They'll be sad of my fade

My father is in pologices or gorden riches man

My mather is an acroback

I do the best I can

She had a dark and a roving eye

And her hair hung down in ring a lets

She was a nice girl

A proper girl but one of the roving kind

I took her for some fish chips

And treated her so fine

And hardly did I realize she was the roving kind

I kissed her lips

I missed her lips and found to my surprise

She was nothing

But a pirate ship rigged up in a disguise

She had a dark and a roving eye

And her hair hung down in ring a lets

She was a nice girl

A proper girl but one of the roving kind

So come all you good sailor men

Who sail the wintry sea

And come all you are apprentice lads

A warning take from me

Beware of lofty clipper ships

They'll be the ruin of you

For 'twas there she made me walk the plank

And pushed me under too

She had a dark and a roving eye

And her hair hung down in ring a lets

She was a nice girl

A proper girl but one of the roving kind