文本歌词

The Roving Kind - Guy Mitchell
Written by：Jessie Cavanaugh/Arnold Stanton
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 butone 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 butone 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 butone 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 butone of the rovin' kind
She was a nice girl a proper girl but
One of the rovin' kind yo-ho