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As I walked out on a May morning,
On a May morning so early,
I overtook a pretty fair maid
Just as the day was a-dawning.
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With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.
Her eyes were bright and her stockings white
And her buckling shone like silver,
She had a dark and a rolling eye
And her hair hung over her shoulder.
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Where are you going, my pretty fair maid?
Where are you going, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully,
I've an errand for my mummy.
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How old are you, my pretty fair maid?
How old are you, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully
I'm seventeen come Sunday.
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Will you take a man, my pretty fair maid?
Will you take a man, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully,
I darst not for my mummy.
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But if you come round to my mummy's house,
When the moon shines bright and clearly,
I will come down and let you in
And my mummy shall not hear me.
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So I went down to her mummy's house
When the moon shone bright and clearly,
She did come down and let me in
And I lay in her arms till morning.
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So, now I have my soldier-man
And his ways they are quite winning.
The drum and fife are my delight
And a pint of rum in the morning.
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