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Words:
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'm me mommy's darling."
(Chorus:)
With me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh!
And will you come with me to me mommy's establishment
When the moon is shining clearly?
Will you come with me to me mommy's establishment
When the moon is shining clearly?
I'll open the door and i'll let you in
And divil 'o one would hear us
(Chorus:)
So 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
I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
For then she opened the door and she let me in
And divil 'o one did hear us
(Chorus:)
So with me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh!
Well, she took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led'im to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led'im to the stable
Saying: "There's plenty of oats for the soldier's horse,
To drink if he's able."
(Chorus:)
With me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh!
Well, 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 the soldier boy,
To drink if he's able."
(Chorus:)
With me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh!
Well, i got up and i made the bed
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 i laid her down
Saying: "Lassie, are you able?"
(Chorus:)
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 day
And the divil 'o one did hear us
There we lay till the break of the day
And the divil 'o one did hear us
Then i arose and i put on me clothes
Saying: "Lassie, i must leave you."
(Chorus:)
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
Then might we get married!
(Chorus:)
With me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh!
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