The Roving

Annie, loving Annie
Come give me your hand
You said that if you marry
I could be the man
The roving, the roving of her eye
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye
Early in the summer
My Annie passed me by
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye
The roving, the roving of her eye
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye
The roving, the roving of her eye
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye
Later in the summer
With a bottle in my hand
Saying «drink with me, my Annie»
For our love is at an end
I go down to the water
When everyone’s asleep
And I think of loving Annie
Wherever she may be
The roving, the roving of her eye
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye
The roving, the roving of her eye
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye
The roving, the roving of her eye
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye
The roving, the roving of her eye
I knew her love was changing
By the roving of her eye