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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, between each verse:
: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...
:A Young Man took her for a walk,
:She said she'd rather fight than talk.
::I'd go no more...


:She drew her skirt above her knee.
:Those socks she wore looked businessey.


:She slid her hands below his waist,
:And loosed his rapier from its place.


:His steely blade did she caress,
:And asked to put it to the test.


:They quickly settled into stance,
:Said he, 'My Lady, shall we dance?'


:She touched him first, her hand was quick,
:His blood flowed fast into the prick.


:Her arms went wide, he held not back,
:The invitation was a trap.


:The measure closed, she him constrained.
:The point went home, his courage drained.


:His blad went slack, and he did yield,
:And thanking him, she left the field.


:Caidan Ladies know their art,
:I'm warning you, defend your heart.


:Chorus, followed by

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