作词 : Traditional Traditional As I strolled out one May morning One May morning so early I overtook a handsome maid And, my goodness, she was early Her shoes were black and her stockings were white And her buckles they shone like silver She had a dark and rolling eye And her hair hung over her shoulder ‘How old are you my fair pretty maid How old are you my honey? She answered me so cheerfully ‘Well, I'm seventeen come Sunday ‘Could you love me my fair pretty maid Could you love me my honey? She answered me so tearfully ‘Oh, I can't because of Mummy ‘But if you come to my Mummy's house When the moon is shining brightly ‘Oh, I'll come down and let you in ‘And my Mummy shall not hear me So he went to her Mummy's house When the moon was brightly shining And she came down and she let him in And she rolled in his arms till the morning She says ‘Kind sir, will you marry me? I says ‘Oh no, my honey For the fife and drum is my delight And I'm happy in the army
作词 : Traditional Traditional As I strolled out one May morning One May morning so early I overtook a handsome maid And, my goodness, she was early Her shoes were black and her stockings were white And her buckles they shone like silver She had a dark and rolling eye And her hair hung over her shoulder ‘How old are you my fair pretty maid How old are you my honey? She answered me so cheerfully ‘Well, I'm seventeen come Sunday ‘Could you love me my fair pretty maid Could you love me my honey? She answered me so tearfully ‘Oh, I can't because of Mummy ‘But if you come to my Mummy's house When the moon is shining brightly ‘Oh, I'll come down and let you in ‘And my Mummy shall not hear me So he went to her Mummy's house When the moon was brightly shining And she came down and she let him in And she rolled in his arms till the morning She says ‘Kind sir, will you marry me? I says ‘Oh no, my honey For the fife and drum is my delight And I'm happy in the army
