The Roving Kind - Guy Mitchell/Norrie Paramor & His Orchestra

Had She 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

Had a She 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