And 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 quite modestly
“I am me mother’s darlin'.”

[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh

And will you come to me mother’s house
When the moon is shining clearly
And will you come to me mother’s house
When the moon is shining clearly
I’ll open the door and I’ll let you in
And divil the one will hear us

[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-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
[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh

Oh, she took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Oh, she took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Saying “There’s plenty of oats for a soldier’s horse
To eat it if he’s able.”

[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh

And she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Oh, she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Saying “There’s plenty of wine for a soldier boy
So drink it if you’re able.”

[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
Then I got up and I made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Oh, then I got up and I made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and I laid her down
Saying “Lassie, are you able?”

[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh

And there we lay till the break of the day
And divil the one did hear us
Oh, and there we lay till the break of the day
And divil the one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying “Lassie, I must leave you”

[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh

And when will you return again
And when will we get married
And when will you return again
And when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married
[Chorus]
With me too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh