verse 1 
Am 
As I roved out on a May morning 
Am 
On a May morning right early 
   C            G 
I spied my love upon the way 
                      Am 
Oh, Lord but she was early. 

Am 
Her boots were black, her stockings white 
Am 
And her buckles shone like silver 
     C                 G 
She had a dark and a roving eye 
                                 Am 
And her ear-rings touched her shoulder. 


[Refrão]
And she sang 
C 
lith-a-doo-a, lith-a-doo-a lith-a-doo-a-dee, 
         G 
And she high-di-lan-di-dee, 

and she high-di-lan-di-dee and 
Am 
she lan-ded x2 
Am 
she lan-ded 

verse 2 
Am 
“How old are you my bonny, wee girl? 
Am 
How old are you my Darling? 
     C                     G 
How old are you my bonny, wee girl?" 
                        Am 
“I’ll be seventeen on Sunday.” 

Am 
I went to her house on the top of the hill 
Am 
When the moon was shining clearly. 
      C             G 
She arose to let me in 
                               Am 
But her mother chanced to hear me. 


[Refrão]
And she sang 
C 
lith-a-doo-a, lith-a-doo-a lith-a-doo-a-dee, 
         G 
And she high-di-lan-di-dee, 

and she high-di-lan-di-dee and 
Am 
she lan-ded x2 
Am 
she lan-ded 

verse 3 
Am 
She grabbed her by the hair of her head 
Am 
And out of the room she brought her, 
     C                   G 
And with the root of a hazel branch 
                       Am 
She was a well-beat daughter. 

Am 
“Will you marry me now my soldier boy 
Am 
Will you marry me now or never? 
           C                G 
Will you marry me now my soldier boy 
                       Am 
Can you see I’m done forever.” 

Am 
“Well I won’t marry you my bonny wee girl, 
Am 
I won’t marry you my Darling. 
    C             G 
For I have got a wife at home 
                    Am 
And how could I disown her?” 
 

[Refrão]
And she sang 
C 
lith-a-doo-a, lith-a-doo-a lith-a-doo-a-dee, 
         G 
And she high-di-lan-di-dee, 

and she high-di-lan-di-dee and 
Am 
she lan-ded x2 

Verse 
Am 
A pint at night is my delight 
Am 
And a gallon in the morning. 
          C       G 
The old women are my heart break 
                            Am 
But the young ones are my darlings. 

Am 
As I roved out on a May morning 
Am 
On a May morning right early 
   C              G 
I spied my love upon the way 
                      Am 
Oh, Lord but she was early. 


[Refrão]
And she sang 
C 
lith-a-doo-a, lith-a-doo-a lith-a-doo-a-dee, 
         G 
And she high-di-lan-di-dee, 

and she high-di-lan-di-dee and 
Am 
she lan-ded x3 
Am 
she lan-ded