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Artist - Jim Brannigan | Songs (14)

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Genre: Folk-Traditional
Credits: Traditional

Song: As I Roved Out
Album: Jim Brannigan's Favourites

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Lyrics:
As I Roved Out
Oh as I roved out on a May morning, on a May morning right early
As I roved out on a May morning, on a May morning right early
I met a maid all on her way, and Lord but she was early
With me roo rum rye, fa the diddle dye, hey the O the diddle derry O

Now her shoes were black, and her stockings were white, and her hair it shone like silver
her shoes were black, and her stockings were white, and her hair it shone like silver
She had a dark and a roving eye as she looked over her shoulder
With me roo rum rye …

Where do you live, my bonnie wee lass, where do you live my honey?
Where do you live, my bonnie wee lass, where do you live my honey?
Oh I live up there, in the house on the hill, and I live there with me mammy

Oh if I come up the house on the hill when the moon is shining clearly
If I come up the house on the hill when the moon is shining clearly
Will you rise up and let me in, and your mother not to hear us?

So I went up to the house on the hill when the moon was shining clearly
Yes I went up to the house on the hill when the moon was shining clearly
Well, she opened the door, and she let me in, but her mother chanced to hear us

She grabbed her by the hair on the head and down to the kitchen she brought her
She grabbed her by the hair on the head and down to the kitchen she brought her
And with the butt of a hazel stick she was a well beaten daughter

Will you marry me now, my soldier boy, will you marry me now or never?
Will you marry me now, my soldier boy, can't you see I'm done forever?
Oh, I can't marry you, my bonnie wee lass, for I've got a wife already

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