Текст песни The Roving Kind (The Pirate Ship) - The Weavers

As I cruised out one evening
Upon a night's career
I spied a lofty clipper ship
And to her, I did steer
I heisted out my signals
Which she so quickly knew
And when she saw my bunting fly
She immediately hove too
She had a dark and a-rovin' eye-uh-eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
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 disguise
She had a dark and a-rovin' eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the rovin' kind
So, come all ye good sailor men
Who sails 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
She had a dark and a-rovin' eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the rovin' kind