The Roving Kind (Remastered) Songtext
von Guy Mitchell

She had a dark and a roving eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the roving kind

As I cruised out one evening
Upon the night′s career
I spied a lofty clipper ship
And to her I did steer
I hoisted out my signals
Which she so quickly knew
And when she saw my bunting fly
She immediately hove to

She had a dark and a roving eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the roving kind


I took her for some fish and chips
And treated her so fine
And hardly did I realize
She was the roving kind
I kissed her lips, I missed her lips
And bound to my surprise
She was nothing but a pirate ship
Rigged up in a disguise

She had a dark and a roving eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the roving kind

So come all ye good sailor men
Who sail the wintry sea
And come all ye apprentice lads
A warning 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

She had a dark and a roving eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the roving kind
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the roving kind