As I Roved Out
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And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey
And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey
She answered me quite modestly
I am me mother's darling
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh
And will you come to me mother's house
When the sun is shining clearly
And will you come to me mother's house
When the sun is shining clearly
I'll open the door and I'll let you in, And divil 'o one would hear us
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in, And divil the one did hear us
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, To eat it if he's able"
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Saying: There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, To drink it if you're able
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh
Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and laid her down, Saying: Lassie, are you aisy?
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes Saying: Lassie, I must leave you
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh
And when will you return again
And when will we get married
And when will you return again
And when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells We might well get married
With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle, Dai-rie oh