At number three Old England Square,
Mark well what I do say;
At number three Old England Square,
My Nancy Dawson she lives there:
And I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid!

CHORUS:
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 what I do say;
She was a lass surpassing fair,
She'd bright blue eyes and golden hair
And I'll go no more a-roving,
With you, fair maid!

CHORUS:
I met her first when home from sea,
Mark well what I do say;
Home from the coast of Afrikee,
With pockets lined with good money;
And I'll go no more a-roving
With you fair maid!
CHORUS
Oh! didn't I tell her stories true,
Mark well what I do say;
And didn't I tell her whoppers too!
Of the gold we found in Timbuktu;
And I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid!

CHORUS
But when we'd spent my blooming screw,
Mark well what I do say;
And the whole of the gold from Timbuktu
She cut her stick and vanished too!
And I'll go no more a-roving,
With you, fair maid.

CHORUS