Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Irvine
Performer
Paul Brady
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Irvine
Arranger
Paul Brady
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dónal Lunny
Producer
Ted Sharp
Engineer
Randy Leroy
Mastering Engineer
Letra
It fell out upon one Martinmas time
When snow lay on the border
There came a troop of soldiers here
To take up their winter quarters
And they rode east and they rode west
And they rode o’er the border
And there they met with a nicе little girl
And she was a farmer’s daughtеr
And they made her swear a solemn oath
With a salt tear in her eye-o
That she would come to the quarter gates
When no one did her spy-o
And she’s gone to the barber’s shop
To the barber’s shop went soon-o
And them cut her long yellow hair
As short as any dragoon-o
With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie
And she’s gone to the tailor’s shop
And dresses in soldiers clothes-o
Two long pistols down by her side
And a nice little boy was she-o
With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie
And she’s gone to the quarter gates
And loudly she does call-o
There comes a troop of soldiers here
And we must have lodgings all-o
With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie
And the quartermaster he comes down
And he gives her half a crown-o
Go find your lodgings in the town
For here there is no room-o
With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie
But she’s moved nearer to the gates
And louder she does call-o
Room, room, you gentlemen
We must have lodgings all-o
With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie
O the quartermaster he comes down
And he gives her Eighteen pence-o
Go find your lodgings in the town
For tonight there comes a wench-o
With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie
O she took a whistle from her side
And she blew it loud and shrill-o
You’re all very free with your eighteen pence
But you’re not for a girl at all-o
With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie
And she took the garters from her knees
And the ribbons from her hair-o
She’s tied them around the quarter gates
As a token she’s been there-o
And when they found that it was her
They tried to have her taken
But she’s clapped her spurs to her horses side
And she’s galloped home a maiden
Written by: Traditional
