Interpret:

Omnia

Album:

Musick and Poëtree

Who are you my pretty fair maiden
Who are you my honey
Who are you my pretty fair maiden
Who are you my honey


She answered me modestly
I am a mother's darling fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o


Will you come to my mother's house when the moon is shining clearly 
Will you come to my mother's house when the moon is shining clearly 
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And devil the one will hear us fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o


So I went to her house in the middle of the night and the moon was shining clearly 
I went to her house in the middle of the night and the moon was shining clearly 
She opened the door and she let me in and devil the one did hear us fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o


Then she took my horse by the bridle and the bit and she led him to the stable
She took my horse by the bridle and the bit and she led him to the stable
Say there's plenty of odds for a soldier's horse to eat it if he's able fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o


Then she took me by her lily white hand and she led me to the table
She took me by her lily white hand and she led me to the table
Say there's plenty of wine for a soldier boy to drink it if he's able fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o


Then she got up and she made the bed and she made it nice and easy
She got up and she made the bed and she made it nice and easy
Then she took me by the hand and said:'Blow out the candle' fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o


There we laid 'til the break of the day and devil the one did hear us
There we laid 'til the break of the day and devil the one did hear us  
Then she arose, put on her clothes, said:'Darling you must leave me' fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o


When can I return again and when will we get married
When can I return again and when will we get married
When broken shells make temple bells, that's when we'll be married fiddle-dy
You are da-faddle-diddle-da fidy-didy-diddle-o-de-o