As i roved out

As I roved out one bright May morning To view the purple heather and flowers gay Who 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...

And who are you me pretty fair maid And who are you me honey She answered to me quite modestly: I am me mother's darling With me tooryay, fol de diddle day Dire fol de diddle dairie oh And will you...

And who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? And who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? She answered me quite modestly, "I am me mother's darling."...