Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A ROVING 
At number three old England square Mark well as I do say At number three old England square My nancy Dawson she lived there I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
A roving A roving since rovings been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
My Nancy Dawson she lived there Mark well as I do say She was a lass surpassing fair She'd bright blues eyes and golden hair I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
A roving A roving since rovings been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
I met her first when home from sea Mark well as I do say Home from the coast of Afrikee With pockets lined with good money I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
A roving A roving since rovings been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
I didn't tell her stories true Mark well as I do say I didn't tell her whoopers too Of the gold we'd found in Timbucktoo I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
A roving A roving since rovings been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
But when she'd spent my blooming skrew Mark well as do say And the whole of the gold from Timbucktoo She cut her stick and vanished too I'll go no more aroving with you fair maid 
A roving A roving since rovings been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
A roving A roving since rovings been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid 
A roving A roving since rovings been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid