And who are you, me pretty fair maid
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And who are you, me honey?
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And who are you, me pretty fair maid
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And who are you, me honey?
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She answered me quite modestly
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«i am me mother’s darling.»
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh
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And will you come to me mother’s house
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When the sun is shining clearly
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And will you come to me mother s house
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When the sun is shining clearly
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I’ll open the door and i’ll let you in
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And divil 'o one would hear us
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh
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So i went to her house in the middle of the night
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When the moon was shining clearly
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So i went to her house in the middle of the night
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When the moon was shining clearly
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Shc opened the door and she let me in
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And divil the one did hear us
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh
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She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
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And she led him to the stable
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She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
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And she let him to the stable
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Saying «there's plenty of oats for a soldier’s horse
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To eat it if he’s able.»
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh
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Then she took me by the lily-white hand
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And she led me to the table
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Then she took me by the lily-white hand
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And she led me to the table
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Saying «there's plenty of wine for a soldier boy
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To drink it if you’re able.»
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh
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Then i got up and made the bed
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And i made it nice and aisy
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Then i got up and made the bed
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And made nice and aisy
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Then i got up and laid her down
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Saying «lassie, are you able?»
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh
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Oh and there we lay till the break of the day
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And divil a one did hear us
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There we lay till the break of the day
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And the divil one did hear us
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Then i arose and put on me clothes
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Saying «lassie, i must leave you.»
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh
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And she, when will you return again
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And when will we get married
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When will you return again
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And when will we get married
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When broken shells make christmas bells
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We might well get married
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With me too-ry-ay
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Fol-de-diddle-day
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Di-re fol-de-diddle
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Dai-rie oh |