The Rovin' Kind

(album: 20 Golden Pieces Of Guy Mitchell - 1984)

(She had a dark and a-roving eye-uh-eye and her hair hung down in ring-a-lets)
(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the roving kind)

As I cruised out one eve-e-ning upon a night's career
I spied a lofty clipper ship and to her I did steer
I heisted out my sig-a-nals which she so quickly knew
And when she saw my bunting fly she imme-diately hove to-woo-woo

(She had a dark and a-roving eye-uh-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 and 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 dis-guy-eye-ise

(She had a dark and a-roving eye-eye-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 ye good sailor men who sail the wintry sea
And come, all ye 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-ooh-ooh

(She had a dark and a-roving eye-uh-eye and her hair hung down in ring-a-lets)
She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the roving kind

(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but)
One of the roving kind (yo-ho!)