| 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 |
| As I cruised out one evenin' upon a night’s career |
| I spied a lofty clipper ship and to her I did steer |
| I heisted out my signals which she so quickly knew |
| And when she saw my buntin' fly |
| Ah, immediately 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 disguise |
| 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 |
| Yo, ho |