As I Roved Out

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 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 '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

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 is 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 led me to the table

Then she took me by the 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 aisy

Then I got up and I made the bed, and I made it 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

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, 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 be married

And when will you return again, and when will we be married

When broken shells make Christmas bells, we might then get married

With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh