As I Roved Out Traditional Dm C "Who are you, me pretty fair maid Dm C Who are you, me honey?" Dm C "Who are you, me pretty fair maid Dm C Who are you, me honey?" Dm Am She answered me right modestly, C Am "Oh I am me mother's darling" Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh Dm C "And will you come to me mother's house Dm C When the moon is shining clearly? Dm C And will you come to me mother's house Dm C When the moon is shining clearly? Dm Am I'll open the door and I'll let you in C Am And divil 'o one will hear us" Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh Dm C So I went to her house in the middle of the night Dm C When the moon was shining clearly Dm C Oh I went to her house in the middle of the night Dm C When the moon was shining clearly Dm Am She opened the door and she let me in C Am and divil the one did hear us Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh Dm C She took me horse by the bridle and the bit Dm C And led him to the stable Dm C Oh she took me horse by the bridle and the bit Dm C And led him to the stable Dm Am Saying, "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, C Am To eat them if he's able" Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh Dm C Then she took me by the lily-white hand, Dm C And led me to the table Dm C Then she took me by the lily-white hand, Dm C And led me to the table Dm Am Saying, "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, C Am So drink it if you're able" Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh Dm C Then I got up and I made the bed Dm C I made it nice and aisy Dm C Then I got up and I made the bed Dm C I made it nice and aisy Dm Am Then I got up and I laid her down, C Am Saying ,"Lassie, are you able?" Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh Dm C There we lay till the break of day Dm C And divil the one did hear us Dm C Oh there we lay till the break of day Dm C And divil the one did hear us Dm Am Then I arose and put on me clothes C Am Saying "Lassie, I must leave you" Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh Dm C "When will you return again, Dm C And when will we get married? Dm C Oh and when will you return again, Dm C And when will we get married?" Dm Am "When broken shells make Christmas bells, C Am We might well get married" Dm C With me too-rie-ah, fol-a-riddle-day Dm di-ree fol-a-riddle dai-rie-oh