As I Roved Out Lyrics

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."

Chorus:
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
So i went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
Shc 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 let 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 ohBrian Roebuck - As I Roved Out - http://motolyrics.com/brian-roebuck/as-i-roved-out-lyrics.html

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 made nice and aisy
Then i got up and 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

Oh and there we lay till the break of the day
And divil a one did hear us
There we lay till the break of the day
And the divil 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 she, when will you return again
And when will we get married
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