| And who are you me pretty fair maid
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| and who are you me honey
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| She answered to me quite modestly:
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| I am the mother’s darling
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| With me tooryay, Fol de diddle day
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| Dire Fol de didle dairie oh
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| And will you come to me mother’s house
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| when the moon is shining clearly
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| I’ll open the door and I’ll let you in
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| and divil the one would hear us
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| With me tooryay, Fol de diddle day
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| Dire Fol de diddle dairie 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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| She opened the door and she led me in
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| and divil the one did hear us
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| With me tooryay, Fol de diddle day
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| Dire Fol de diddle dairie 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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| Saying «There's plenty of wine for a
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| soldier boy to drink it if you’re able»
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| With me tooryay, Fol de diddle day
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| Dire Fol de diddle dairie oh
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| Then I got up and I made the bed
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| and I made it nice and aisy
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| Then I got and I laid her down
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| saying «Lassie, are you able?»
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| With me tooryay, Fol de diddle day
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| Dire Fol de diddle dairie oh
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| And there we lay till the break of the day
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| and divil the 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 tooryay, Fol de diddle day
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| Dire Fol de diddle dairie oh
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| And when will ye 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 tooryay, Fol de diddle day
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| Dire Fol de diddle dairie oh |