| As I roved out on a May mornin'
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| On a May mornin', right early
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| I spied my love upon the way
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| Oh Lord, but she was early
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| Her shoes were black, her stockings white
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| And her buckles shone like silver
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| She had a dark and rovin' eye
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| And her earrings touched her shoulders
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| (Chorus)
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| And she sang:
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| «A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
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| Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy
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| and cha lan day»
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| And she sang:
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| «A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
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| Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy
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| and cha lan day
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| and cha lan day»
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| How old are you my bonny be girl
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| how old are my darlin'
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| How old are you my bonny be girl
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| «I'll be seventeen on Sunday»
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| While I went to her house at the top of the hill
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| And the moon was shinin' clearly
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| She arose to let me in
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| but her mother chanced to hear me
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| (Chorus)
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| When she caught her by the hair of the head
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| And out of the room, she brought her
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| And with the root of a hazel branch
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| She was the well-beat daughter.
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| «Will you marry me now, me soldier boy?
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| Will you marry me now, or never?
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| Will you marry me now, me soldier boy?
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| Can you see I’m done forever?»
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| Well I won’t marry you, my bonnie be girl
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| Well I won’t marry you, my darlin'
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| For I have got a wife at home
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| And how can I disown her?
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| (Chorus)
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| Well, a pint at night is my delight
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| And a gallon in the mornin'
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| The old women' they are my heartbreak
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| But the young ones are my darlin’s
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| As I roved out on a May morning
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| On a May morning, right early
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| I spied my love upon the way
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| Oh Lord, but she was early
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| (Chorus)
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| And she sang:
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| «A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
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| Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy
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| and cha lan day
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| and cha lan day.» |