As I roved Out (feat. Loinnir McAliskey)

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 are you my honey

Right modestly she answered 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 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 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