Lyrics As I Roved Out - 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
moon
is
shining
clearly
And
will
you
come
to
me
mother′s
house,
when
the
moon
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
She
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
led
him
to
the
stable
She
took
me
horse
by
the
bridle
and
the
bit,
and
led
him
to
the
stable
Saying,
"There′s
plenty
of
oats
for
a
soldier's
horse,
to
eat
it
if
he
is
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
led
me
to
the
table
Then
she
took
me
by
the
lily-white
hand,
and
led
me
to
the
table
Saying,
"There′s
plenty
of
wine
for
a
soldier
boy,
to
drink
if
he
is
able"
With
me
too-ry-ay,
fol-de-diddle-day,
di-re
fol-de-diddle
dai-rie
oh
Then
I
got
up
and
I
made
the
bed,
and
I
made
it
nice
and
aisy
Then
I
got
up
and
I
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,
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
be
married
And
when
will
you
return
again,
and
when
will
we
be
married
When
broken
shells
make
Christmas
bells,
we
might
then
get
married
With
me
too-ry-ay,
fol-de-diddle-day,
di-re
fol-de-diddle
dai-rie
oh
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