The Roving Kind - The Weavers - (Lyrics) Chords

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[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] As I cruised out one [F] evening upon a night's career, [Eb] I spied a lofty clipper ship, and [Bb] to her I did steer.
I [Eb] heisted out my signals, which she so quickly knew, And when she saw my [Ab] bunting fly, [F] she immediately [Bb] hove to.
Oh, [Eb] she had a dark and a roving eye, [F] And her hair hung down in ringlets.
She [Eb] was a nice girl, a proper [F] girl, but one of the [Eb] roving kind.
Oh, pardon me, she says [F] to me, for [Bb] being out so late, [Eb] But if my parents heard of this, [Bb] oh, sad would be my fate.
My father is [Eb] in politics, a good and [Bb] righteous man, My mother is [Eb] an [F] acrobat, I do the best [Bb] I [F] can.
She [Eb] had a dark and a roving eye, [F] And her hair hung down in [Bb] ringlets.
She [Eb] was a nice girl, a proper girl, [Fm] but [G] one of the [Eb] roving kind.
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[Bb] I took [Eb] her for some [F] fish and chips, and treated her so fine, [Eb] And hardly did I [F] realize she was the [Bb] roving kind.
I kissed her lips, [Eb] I missed her lips, and found [Bb] to my surprise, She was nothing [Eb] but a pirate ship [F] rigged up in a disguise.
_ [Bb] She [Eb] had a dark and a roving eye, [F] And her hair hung [Bb] down in ringlets.
She [Eb] was a nice girl, a proper [F] girl, but one of the roving kind.
_ So come all you good sailor [Bb] men who sail the wind-free sea, And [Eb] come all you [F] apprentice lads, a warning [Bb] take from me.
Beware [Gm] of lofty clipper ships, they'll be the ruin of [Bb] you, For it was there she [Eb] made me walk the plank, [F] and pushed me under too. _ _
[Bb] She had [Eb] a dark and a roving eye, And her [F] hair hung [Bb] down in ringlets.
She [Eb] was a nice girl, a proper girl, [Fm] but [Eb] one of the roving _ kind.
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