As I Roved Out

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Who are you, my pretty fair maid, and who are you, me honey? Well who are you, my pretty fair maid, and who are you, me honey? She answered me class of modestly, well I am me mother's darling With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh [Verse 2] And will you come to me mammy's house, when the moon is shining clearly? And will you come to me mammy'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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] And she took me by her lily-white hand, and led me to the table She took me by her lily-white hand, and led me to the table Saying "There's plenty of porter 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 [Verse 6] Then she got up and she made the bed, and she made it nice and easy She got up and she made the bed, and she made it nice and easy The she got up and she laid me down, saying "I hope to God, you're able? " With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh [Verse 7] And it's 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 "Darling, I must leave ya" With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh [Verse 8] And when will you return again, and when might we get married? And when will you return again, and when might 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 With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh