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.

Her boots were black, her stockings white

Her buckles shone like silver

She had a dark and rovin' eye

And her earrings touched her shoulders.



What age are you, my bonnie wee lass?

What age are you, my honey?

Modestly she answered me

"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"



She sang

A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee

Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundkddy

and cha lan day.



Where do you live, my bonnie wee lass?

Where do you live, my honey?

"A wee house up at the top of the hill

I live there with my mommy"



So I went to the house at the top of the hill

The moon was shining clearly

She arose to let me in

Her mother chanced to meet me.



She caught her by the hair of the head

And down to the room she brought her

With the root of a hazel twig

She was the well beat daughter.



Will you marry me now you soldier lad?

Will you marry me now or never?

Will you marry me you sildier lad?

Can't you see I'm done forever?



I can't marry you now my bonnie wee lass

Can't marry you my honey

For I have got a wife at home

And how can I disown her



A pint at night is my delight

And a gallon in the morning

The old women are my heartbreak

And the young ones are my darlin's.



She sang

A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee

Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundkddy

and cha lan day