The Weavers - The Roving Kind (Snader telescription, 1950s)

She had a dark and a roll in my eye and a hair hung down in ring lips. She was a nice girl, a proper girl, but one of the roing kind. >> You know, sailors like to sing about ships and they like to sing about women and sometimes they get them mixed up and sing about both at the same time. Now, as I cruised out one evening upon a night's career, I spied a lofty clipper ship, and to her I did sear, I heisted up my signals, which she so quickly knew. And when she saw me smile at her, she immediately hoed too. She had a dark and open and her hair hung down and ring lips. She was a nice girl, a proper girl, but one of the roing kind. >> Oh, pardon me, she says to me. For being out so late. But if my parents heard of it, then sad would be my fate. My father, he's in politics. All good and righteous man. My mother is an acrobat. I do the best I can. She had a dark and her own in my eye and a hair hung down and ringlets. She was a nice girl, a proper girl, but one of the roing kind. Well, I took her for some fish and chips and treated her so fine. Hardly did I realize she was the robing kind. Well, I kissed her lips. I missed her lips and found to my surprise she was nothing but a pirate ship rigged up in a disguise. She had a dark and her old eye and her hair hung down in ringlets. She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the roing kind. So come all you good sailor men who sail the windy seas. Come all you apprentice lads, a warning take from me. Beware of them, their clipper ships. They'll be the ruin of you. For it was there. She made me walk the plank and pushed me under, too. She had an arc and a roll and her hair hung down in ring alerts. She was a nice girl, a proper girl, but one of the robing kind.