And who are you, my pretty fair maid,
And who are you, my honey?
Well who are you, my pretty fair maid,
And who are you, my honey?
She answered me quite modestly,
"Oh I am my mother's darling."
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
And will you come to my mother's house,
When the moon is shining clearly?
Will you come to my mother's house,
When the moon is shining clearly?
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And devil 'o one will hear us.
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly.
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 devil the one did hear us.
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
And she took me horse by the bridle and the bed
She led him to the stable.
She took me horse by the bridle and the bed
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-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table.
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 if you are able"
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
Then she got up and she made the bed
And she made it nice and aisy.
She got up and she made the bed
And she made it nice and aisy.
She got up and she laid me down
Saying "Lassie, are you able?"
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
And there we lay till the break of the day
And devil the one did hear us.
There we lay till the break of the day
And devil the one did hear us.
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying "Darling, I must leave you"
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
Oh, when might you return again
And when might we get married?
When might you return again
And when might we get married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might then get married.
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
With me too-ry-ah, fol de did-dle dah,
Dire, fol de did-dle dai-rie oh.
