And then there's the sprightly: As I roved out on a May morning On a May morning right early I met my love upon the way O Lord but she was early And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, Lilt-a-doodle day, and she hey-da-lon-da-day And she hey-da-lon-da-day and sh'londy Her boots was black and her stockings white, And her buckles shone like silver; She had a dark and a-rolling eye And her earrings tipped her shoulder. And she sang (etc) (Sung to George and me in 1952 by Sarah Maken, Keady, Co. Armagh).
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