[Lyric] As I Roved Out (BlackThorn)

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 right modestly
"I am me mother's darling,"
With me too-ry-ya fol-de-didla, dy-ri-fol-de-didli-leri-yo

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?
For I'll be there to let you in
And divil the onе should hear us
With me too-ry-ya fol-de-didla, dy-ri-fol-dе-didli-leri-yo

And she took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
And she took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Saying "there's plenty of oats for the soldier's horse to eat it if he's able,"
With me too-ry-ya fol-de-didla, dy-ri-fol-de-didli-leri-yo
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 the soldier boy to drink it if he's able,"
With me too-ry-ya fol-de-didla, dy-ri-fol-de-didli-leri-yo

And then I get up, and I made the bed
And I made it nice and easy
And well, I get up, and I made the bed
And I made it nice and easy
And I get up, and I laid her down, saying "lassie, are you able?'
With me too-ry-ya fol-de-didla, dy-ri-fol-de-didli-leri-yo

And there we laid, 'till the break of the day
And divil the one did hear us
And there we laid, 'till the break of the day
And divil the one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes, saying, "lassie, I must leave you,"
With me too-ry-ya fol-de-didla, dy-ri-fol-de-didli-leri-yo

Ah, but when will you return again
And when will we be married?
Ah, but when will you return again
And when will we be married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells, then will we be married
With me too-ry-ya fol-de-didla, dy-ri-fol-de-didli-leri-yo