In the dark hour late at night
Who should I meet but a fair young maiden
Washing her clothes by the broad moon light

Madam I�m a darling a-di-ro-didero
Madam I�m a darling a-di-ro-dee

First she washed them then she squeezed them
Then she hung them up to dry
Then she folded up her arms
Saying what a nice young girl am I

Going to the well for a pail of water
Bringing it home for to make the tea
She fell over I fell under
All the game was above the knee

Madam I will tie your garter
I�ll tie it above the knee
If you like I�ll tie it up farther
Madam I�m a darling a di-ro-dee

Madam you have gold and silver
Madam, you have tracks of land
Madam you ships on the ocean
All you need is a nice young man