When I was a lad, I was so glad
To go out in the daytime
With me fork and a bottle and a cork
To help out in the hay time.

Along the way one fine day,
I met young Lucy Bailey
And I said, "My dear, are you off to the fair?"
She said, "Yes, sir, twice daily."

Well, we had such fun in the summer's sun,
Lucy was so thrilling,
So sweet and pure, but I wasn't sure
If that girl was willing.

Until one day among the hay
We were walking gaily
When she ups and slips and her garters ripped
And I went there twice daily.

Di-di-ram-do-day...

Well Lucy's dad he was very mad.
He chased me round the hay barn.
He said, "my son, now you've had your fun.
The time has come to pay now.

"My girl you'll wed," the old man said
As he waved his shotgun gaily.
"If you don't," he said, "you'll get a shot of lead.
You won't sit there twice daily."

So the very next day in the month of May,
We held the ceremony,
And we paid the vicar with a gallon of the liquor,
And we rode to church on a pony.

To Lucy's joy, we had a boy.
What a little darling!
He was as round and fat as a Cheshire cat
And as perky as a starling.

Di-di-ram-do-day...

Well, now we are old. Our story's told
Of our years together,
Though we often stray where we tossed the hay
In the old-time summer weather.

Well, kids we've got, ten or more.
We go on quite gaily.
Though I'm old and grey, but I got my way,
I still go there twice daily.

Di-di-ram-do-day...

Trad. Irish, Arr. Wolfe Tones

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