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| In Plymouth town there loved a maid,
Bless you young women; In Plymouth town there lived a maid, O mind what I do say, In Plymouth town there lived a maid, And she was mistress of her trade, I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. Chorus : A-roving, a-roving, Since roving’s been my ruin, I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. O didn’t I tell her stories too, Bless you young women; O didn’t I tell her stories too, O mind what I do say, O didn’t I tell her whoppers too, Of the gold I found in Timbuctoo, I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid. |