As I Roved Out

She took my horse by the bridle and the bit and led him to the stable
She took my horse by the bridle and the bit and led him to the stable
Sayin' I've plenty of oats for a soldier's horse to eat if he is able, wit'
Yer too rai yah fol de diddle ah di ree fol de diddle daree oh

She took me by her lily white hand, led me to the table
She took me by her lily white hand, led me to the table, sayin'
I've plenty of wine for a soldier boy to drink if he is able, wit'
Yer too rai yah fol de diddle ah di ree fol de diddle daree oh

All the best,

Mick