Текст песни Misc Unsigned Bands - The Jolly Beggars - As I Roved Out

As I Roved Out as performed by "The Jolly Beggars"

Note that  Di-re fol-de-diddle is in mixed meter (3+3+2) which looks like:

Di-re fol-de-diddle
(2+1) (2+1) (2)

Who are you, me pretty fair maid,
And who are you, me honey?
Who are you, me pretty fair maid,
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me modestly,
I am me mommy's darlin'
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

Won't you come to me mommy's house,
When the moon is shining clearly?
Won't you come to me mommy's house,
When the moon is shining clearly?
I'll open the door and I'll let you in,

And divvil-a-one will hear us!
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in and 

divil the one did hear us

With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,

To eat it if he's able"
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
Led me to the table
Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,

To drink if he is able"
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

Then I got up and I made the bed
I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and I made the bed
I made it nice and aisy
The I got up and I laid her down

Saying "Lassie, are you able? "
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

And there we lay till the break of day
Divil the one did hear us
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil the one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes

Saying "Lassie, I must leave you"
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh

And when will you return again
When will we get married?
And when will you return again
When will we get married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells

We might then get married
With me Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh