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 

So 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

Then 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

Then 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

Then 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