As I Roved Out
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Who are you, my pretty fair maid, and who are you, me honey?
And who are you, my 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 moon is shining clearly?
And will you come to me mother's house, when the moon is shining clearly?
I'll open the door and I'll let you in and divil the one will 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.
So 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 led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit, and 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 her lily-white hand, and led me to the table
Then she took me by her lily-white hand, and led me to the table
Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, to drink if he is able"
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
Then I got up and I made the bed, and I made it nice and easy
Then I got up and I made the bed, and I made it nice and easy
The I got up and I laid her down, saying "Lassie, are you able? "
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 the one did hear us
And there we lay till the break of day, and divil the 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
Discography: Quilty
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