As I roved out on a May morning  On a May morning right early  I met my love upon the way  Oh Lord but she was early.  Her boots were black, her stockings white  Her buckles shone like silver  She had a dark and rovin' eye  And her earrings touched her shoulders.  What age are you, my bonnie wee lass?  What age are you, my honey?  Modestly she answered me  "I'll be seventeen on Sunday"  She sang  A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee  Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundkddy  and cha lan day.  Where do you live, my bonnie wee lass?  Where do you live, my honey?  "A wee house up at the top of the hill  I live there with my mommy"  So I went to the house at the top of the hill  The moon was shining clearly  She arose to let me in  Her mother chanced to meet me.  She caught her by the hair of the head  And down to the room she brought her  With the root of a hazel twig  She was the well beat daughter.  Will you marry me now you soldier lad?  Will you marry me now or never?  Will you marry me you sildier lad?  Can't you see I'm done forever?  I can't marry you now my bonnie wee lass  Can't marry you my honey  For I have got a wife at home  And how can I disown her  A pint at night is my delight  And a gallon in the morning  The old women are my heartbreak  And the young ones are my darlin's.  She sang  A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee  Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundkddy  and cha lan day.