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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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.
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