Hi, Cara,

A friend of mine gave me an old audio cassette he had made from some LPs. This was on it. He indicated that the group who recorded it was known as The Bards. Anyway, here are the words, as I learned them:

MY PRETTY FAIR MAID

1 And who are you, my pretty fair maid,
And who are you my bonnie?
Oh, who are you, my pretty fair maid,
And who are you my bonnie?
She answered me right modestly:
I am my mommy's darlin'.
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

2 And will you come to me mommy's house,
When the moon is shinning clearly?
Oh, will you come to me mommy's house,
When the moon is shinning clearly?
I'll open the door and I'll let you in,
The divil the one will hear us.
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

3 So, I went to her house, in the middle of the night,
When the moon was shinning clearly.
Oh, I went to her house, in the middle of the night,
When the moon was shinning clearly.
She opened the door, and she let me in,
The divil the one did hear us.
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

4 Well, she took my horse by the bridle and the bit,
And she led him to the stable.
Oh, she took my horse by the bridle and the bit,
And she led him to the stable.
There's plenty of oats for the soldier's horse
To eat them, if he's able
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

5 Then she took me by the lily white hand,
And she led me to the table.
Oh, she took me by the lily white hand,
And she led me to the table.
There's plenty of wine for the soldier boy
So drink it, if you're able.
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

6 Then I got up and I made the bed,
And I made it nice and easy.
Oh, I got up and I made the bed,
And I made it nice and easy.
Then I got up and I laid her down
Sayin': Lassie, are you able?
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

7 Well, there we lay till the break of the day,
And the divil the one did hear us.
Oh, there we lay till the break of the day,
And the divil the one did hear us.
Then I arose and I put on me clothes
Sayin': Lassie, I must leave you.
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

8 Well, when will you return again,
And when will we get married?
Oh, when will you return again,
And when will we get married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells,
We might well get married.
With me toor-I-ah-fol-de-diddle-ah.
Die-ree-fol-de-diddle-dare-I-o.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I have.