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Who are you, my pretty fair maid,
Who are you, me honey?
Who are you, my pretty fair maid,
And who are you, me honey?

She answered me quite modestly, I am me mommy's darling

With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

Will you come to me mommy's house,
When the moon is shining clearly?
Will you come to me mommy's house
When the moon is shining clearly?

I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And divil 'o one will hear us

With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

Well 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

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

"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
She took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table

"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

Well she got up and she made the bed
And she made it nice and aisy
She got up and she made the bed
And she made it nice and aisy

She got up and she laid her down
Saying "Oh dear God, are you able? "

With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

Well there we lay till the break of day
And divil the one did hear us
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil the one did hear us

Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying "Darlin', I must leave you"

With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

When will you return again
And when will we be married?
When will you return again
And when will we be married?

When broken shells make Christmas bells
We shall then be married

With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

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