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As I Roved Out
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Album: Celtic Crossover
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Traditional
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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
Chorus:
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 roving eye
And her ear-rings tipped her shoulder
"How old are you my nice wee thing
How old are you my honey?"
Right modestly she answered me
"I'll be sixteen on Sunday"
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
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
"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"
"I can't marry you my own sweet thing
I can't marry you my honey
For I have got a wife at home
And how could I disown her?"
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
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