A-Roving (in Caid)

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A filk of the sea shanty A-Roving, by Mora Ottavia Spadera

In Fair Caid there lived a maid,
Mark well what I do say,
In Fair Caid there lived a maid,
She was a lover of the Blade
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.


Chorus:
A-Roving, A-Roving,
Since roving's been my Ru-I-N,
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.


A Young Man took her for a walk,
Mark well what I do say,
A Young Man took her for a walk,
She said she'd rather fight than talk.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


She drew her skirt above her knee.
Mark well what I do say,
She drew her skirt above her knee.
Those socks she wore looked businessey.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


She slid her hands below his waist,
Mark well what I do say,
She slid her hands below his waist,
And loosed his rapier from its place.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


His steely blade did she caress,
Mark well what I do say,
His steely blade did she caress,
And asked to put it to the test.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


They quickly settled into stance,
Mark well what I do say,
They quickly settled into stance,
Said he, 'My Lady, shall we dance?'
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


She touched him first, her hand was quick,
Mark well what I do say,
She touched him first, her hand was quick,
His blood flowed fast into the prick.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


Her arms went wide, he held not back,
Mark well what I do say,
Her arms went wide, he held not back,
The invitation was a trap.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


The measure closed, she him constrained.
Mark well what I do say,
The measure closed, she him constrained.
The point went home, his courage drained.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


His blade went slack, and he did yield,
Mark well what I do say,
His blade went slack, and he did yield,
And thanking him, she left the field.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


Caidan Ladies know their art,
Mark well what I do say,
Caidan Ladies know their art,
I'm warning you, defend your heart.
I'd go no more a-roving with yon fair maid.
Chorus


A-roving, a-roving,
Yes, roving's been my Ru-I-N,
But come with me a-roving, and bring your blade!