As I Roved Out Songtext / Lyric

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

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 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 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 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.