文本歌词

The Roving Kind - Guy Mitchell
Written by：J. Cavanaug/A. Stanton
She had a dark and a rovin' eye
And her hair hung down in ring a lets
She was a nice girl
A proper girl but one of the rovin' kind
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 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