Oh mother, mother, dear May I go to the fair May I go with young Roger Young Roger of Kildare For I know he's kind and gentle And will love me for my sake And I know he will not harm me Coming home from the wake.
Oh, daughter, daughter, dear You may go to the fair You may go with young Roger Young Roger of Kildare For I know he's kind and gentle And will love you for your sake But keep your legs close together Coming home from the wake.
So she went to the fair So she went to the fair She went with young Roger Young Roger of Kildare So he stuffed her up with ice-cream And he stuffed her up with cake And he stuffed it right up her Coming home from the wake.