A-Roving (in Caid)

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!