Lyrics The Roving Kind - Weavers

(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the rovin′ 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-rovin′ eye-uh-eye and her hair hung down in ring-a-lets)
(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the rovin' kind)
I took her for some fish and chips and treated her so fine
And hardly did i realize she was the rovin' kind
I kissed her lips, i missed her lips and found to my surprise
She was nothin′ but a pirate ship rigged up in a dis-guy-eye-ise
(She had a dark and a-rovin′ eye-eye-eye)
And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets
(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the rovin' kind)
So, come all ye good sailor men who sail the wintry sea
And come, all ye apprentice lads, a warnin′ 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-rovin' eye-uh-eye and her hair hung down in ring-a-lets)
She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the rovin′ kind
(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but)
One of the rovin' kind (yo-ho!)