In Amsterdam there dwelt a maid, Ch: Mark well what I do say; In Amsterdam there dwelt a maid, And she was mistress of her trade.
ChorusAnd I'll go no more a-roving With you, fair maid, A-roving, a-roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-n, I'll go no more a-roving, With you, fair maid.
Her cheeks was red, her eyes was brown, Ch: Mark well what I do say; Her cheeks was red, her eyes was brown, Her hair like glow-worms hanging down.

Masefield concludes his short entry with a note:

For the rest of the solo, see the song in The Rape of Lucrece, by Thomas Heywood, Act IV. Scene vi.

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