| In Plymouth town there lives a maid, |
| Heed well what I do say! |
| In Plymouth town there lives a maid, |
| And she's the mistress of her trade |
| Chorus: |
| I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maids |
| A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in |
| I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maids |
| Her eyes are like two stars so bright, |
| Heed well what I do say! |
| Her eyes are like two stars so bright, |
| Her face is fair, her step is light. |
| Chorus |
| I took this fair maid for a walk, |
| Heed well what I do say! |
| I took this fair maid for a walk, |
| And we had such a loving talk. |
| Chorus |
| And didn't I tell her stories too, |
| Heed well what I do say! |
| And didn't I tell her stories too, |
| 'Bout the gold I'd got in Timbuktu. |
| Chorus |
| Then she sat herself upon my knee |
| Heed well what I do say! |
| Then she sat herself upon my knee |
| I said "Young maid you're rather free!" |
| Chorus |
| Still I gave that maid a parting kiss, |
| Heed well what I do say! |
| Still I gave that maid a parting kiss, |
| When I got aboard my money I missed! |
| Chorus |