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

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        Am
With me too-ry-ay 
G
Fol-de-diddle-day 
G
Di-re fol-de-diddle 
Am
Dai-rie oh. 

     Am                 G 
And will you come to me mother's house, 
         Am             G
When the sun is shining clearly ( repeat ) 
     Am                     G 
I'll open the door and I'll let you in 
    G
And divil 'o one would hear us. 
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     Am                       G
So I went to her house in the middle of the night 
         Am               G
When the moon was shining clearly ( repeat ) 
    Am                      G
She opened the door and she let me in 
    G
And divil the one did hear us. 
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    Am                   G
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit 
        Am             G
And she led him to the stable ( repeat ) 
                Am                   G
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, 
   G
To eat it if he's able." 
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         Am             G
Then she took me by the lily-white hand 
        Am            G
And she led me to the table ( repeat ) 
                Am                   G
Saying: There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, 
   G
To drink it if you're able. 
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     Am           G
Then I got up and made the bed 
      Am               G
And I made it nice and aisy ( repeat ) 
     Am           G
Then I got up and laid her down 
        G
Saying: Lassie, are you able? 
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    Am                    G
And there we lay till the break of day 
    Am              G
And divil a one did hear us ( repeat ) 
     Am              G
Then I arose and put on me clothes 
        G
Saying: Lassie, I must leave you. 
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    Am            G
And when will you return again 
    Am               G
And when will we get married ( repeat ) 
     Am                 G
When broken shells make Christmas bells 
G
We might well get married.
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