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As I Roved Out
(The Night Visit Song)
Traditional. Recorded by Darby O'Gill, "The Gettin's Good", 2002,
Dog Sheet Music. (et al)
Notes: The seduction of a young soldier by a young maiden.
As I Roved Out
Traditional

   Cm                 Bb                           Cm                     Bb
As I roved out one bright May morning; one May Morning early
  Cm                  Bb                           Cm                     Bb
As I roved out one bright May morning; one May Morning early
    Cm                     Bb                           Eb                                 Fm
It’s there I met with a fair, young maid; she was her mamma’s darlin’
          Cm              Bb               Cm                    Gm    Cm
With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o

How old are you, my pretty, fair maid? How old are you, my honey
How old are you, my pretty, fair maid? How old are you, my honey
She answered me most modestly: I’ll be sixteen next Sunday
With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o

Will you come to me in the middle of the night when the moon is shinin’ clearly
Will you come to me in the middle of the night when the moon is shinin’ clearly
I’ll come down and I’ll let you in, and divil a man will hear us
With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o

She took me by her lily-white hand; she led me to her table
She took me by her lily-white hand; she led me to her table
Plenty of wine for a soldier boy to drink if he is able
With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o

Then she took me horse by the bridle and the bit; she led him to the stable
Then she took me horse by the bridle and the bit; she led him to the stable
Plenty of oats for a soldier’s horse to eat if he is able
With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o

With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o

It’s there we lay till the break of day, and in the morning early
It’s there we lay till the break of day, and in the morning early
I arose and put on my clothes, sayin’ “Lassie, I must leave you�
With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o

When will you return again, or when will we be married
When will you return again, or when will we be married
When broken shells make silver bells we may well be married
With me toor aye ah, faladiddle da, toome rike falora laddie-o
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