Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song As I Roved Out, artist - Blackthorn. Date of issue: 04.03.2009
Song language: English
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 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 let 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 made 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 |
| Oh and there we lay till the break of the day |
| And divil a one did hear us |
| There we lay till the break of the day |
| And the divil 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 she, when will you return again |
| And when will we get married |
| 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 |