As I Roved Out

Who are you, my pretty fair maid, Who are you, me honey? And who are you, my pretty fair maid, And who are you, me honey? She answered me quite modestly, I am me mothers darling With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh And w

As I roved out on a bright May morning To view the meadows and flowers gay Whom should I spy but my own true lover As she sat under yon willow tree I took off my hat and I did salute her I did salute her most courageously When she turned around well

Oh as I roved out one bright summer's morn Down by Blackwaterside I'd be gazing on the flowers that did bloom all around When a pretty Irish girl I spied Oh 'twas red and rosy was her cheeks Golden yellow was her hair As I clasped her by the lily-whi