As I Roved Out

As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning right early
I met my love upon the way
Oh, Lord but she was early

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

Her boots were black and her stockings white
And her buckles shone like silver
She had a dark and a rolling eye
And her ear-rings tipped her shoulder

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

"What age are you my bonny wee lass
What age arе you my honey?"
Right modestly she answеred me
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

"Where do you live my bonny wee lass
Where do you live my honey?"
"In a wee house up on the top of the hill
And I live there with my mammy"

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

"If I went to the house on the top of the hill
When the moon was shining clearly
Would you arise and let me in
And your mammy not to hear you?"

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

I went to the house on the top of the hill
When the moon was shining clearly
She arose to let me in
But her mammy chanced to hear her

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

She caught her by the hair of the head
And down to the room she brought her
And with the butt of a hazel twig
She was the well-beat daughter

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

"Will you marry me now my soldier lad
Will you marry me now or never?
Will you marry me now my soldier lad
For you see I'm done forever"

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

"I can't marry you my bonny wee lass
I can't marry you my honey
For I have got a wife at home
And how could I disown her?"

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

A pint at night is my delight
And a gallon in the morning
The old women are my heart break
But the young ones is my darling

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day