As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning right early
I spied me love upon the way
Oh Lord but she was early.
Her shoes were black, her stockings white
And her buckles shone like silver
She had a dark and a rovin' eye
And her earrings touched her shoulder.
And she sang lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-dee
And she hidle-dum-a-dee, hidle-dum-a-dee
And she landed
And she sang lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-dee
And she hidle-dum-a-dee, hidle-dum-a-dee
And she landed... and she landed
How old are you my bonny wee girl
How old are my darlin'
How old are you my bonny wee girl
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
Well I went to her house at the top of the hill
And the moon was shining clearly
She arose to let me in
But her mother chanced to hear me.
Well she grabbed her by the hair of the head
Out of the room she brought her
And with the root of a hazel switch
She was the well-beat daughter.
Will you marry me now me soldier lad?
Will you marry me now or never?
Will you marry me now me soldier lad?
Can't you see I'm done forever?
No I won't marry you my bonnie wee girl
Well I won't marry you my darlin'
For I have got a wife at home
And how can I disown her
Well a pint at night is my delight
And a gallon in the morning
The old women they are my heartbreak
But the young ones are me darlin's.
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning right early
I spied my love upon the way
My Lord but she was early.
And she sang lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-dee
And she hidle-dum-a-dee, hidle-dum-a-dee
And she landed
And she sang lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-lith-a-do a-dee
And she hidle-dum-a-dee, hidle-dum-a-dee
And she landed... and she landed
