As I Roved Out (Live) - Loreena McKennitt

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