As I walked out one May morning, one May mornin so early,
As I walked out one May morning, one May morning so early,
I overtook a handsome maid, just as the sun was a-rising,
Rue dal day,
Fol diddle day,
Right fol diddle doddle dido.

Her shoes were bright, her stockings white, and her buckles shone like silver,
Her shoes were bright, her stockings white, and her buckles shone like silver,
She had a black and a rolling eye, and her hair hung down her shoulder,
Rue dal day,
Fol diddle day,
Right fol diddle doddle dido.

"Where are you going, my pretty maid, where are you going, my honey,
Where are you going, my pretty maid, where are you going, my honey?"
She answered me right cheerfully, "On an errand for my mammy."
Rue dal day,
Fol diddle day,
Right fol diddle doddle dido.

"How old are you, my pretty maid, how old are you, my honey,
How old are you, my pretty maid, how old are you, my honey?"
She answered me right cheerfully, "I am seventeen come Sunday,"
Rue dal day,
Fol diddle day,
Right fol diddle doddle dido.

And now she's with her soldier lad, where the wars they are alarming,
And now she's with her soldier lad, where the wars they are alarming,
And the drum and fife are her delight, and a merry man in the morning,
Rue dal day,
Fol diddle day,
Right fol diddle doddle dido.