Lyrics Christy Moore

Christy Moore

The Night Visit

Who are you, me pretty fair maid

Who are you, me honey?

Who are you, me pretty fair maid

Who are you, me honey?

She answered me modestly

"Well I am me mammy's darling"

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh

And will you come to me mammy's house

When the moon is shining clearly

And will you come to me mammy's house

When the moon is shining clearly

I'll open the door and I'll let you in

And devil the one will hear us

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh

So I went to her house in the middle of the night

When the moon was shining clarely

So I went to her house in the middle of the night

When the moon was shining clarely

She opened the door and she let me in

And devil the one did hear us

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit

And she led him to the stable

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit

And she led him to the stable

Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse

To eat it if he's able"

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh

She took me by the lily-white hand

And she led me to the table

She took me by the lily-white hand

And she led me to the table

Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy

Drink it if you're able"

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh

She got up and she made the bed

And she made it nice and aisy

She got up and she made the bed

And she made it nice and aisy

Then she took me by the hand

Saying "Blow out the candle!"

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh

There we lay till the break of the day

And devil the one did hear us

There we lay till the break of the day

And devil the one did hear us

She arose and put on her clothes

Saying "Darling, you must leave me"

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh

When can I return again

When will we get married

When can I return again

When will we get married

When broken shells make Christmas bells

We might well get married

With your too-ry-ah

Fol-de-diddle-dah

Me Day-re fol-de-diddle

Dai-rie oh