Song Lyrics
While i went to her house at the top of the hill, how old are my darlin
Lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee, will you marry me now
Cha hiddle hundiddy, how old are you my bonny be girl
My bonnie be girl, i ll be seventeen on sunday
And cha lan day, she arose to let me in
and out of the room
And the moon was shinin clearly, and her buckles shone like silver, when she caught her by the hair of the head
How old are my darlin, and cha lan day, as i roved out on a may morning
as i roved out on a may mornin
and cha lan day
i spied my love upon the way
i spied my love upon the way
Cha hiddle hundiddy, she was the well-beat daughter, will you marry me now
how old are you my bonny be girl
Well i won t marry you, but she was early
How old are you my bonny be girl, when she caught her by the hair of the head, and cha lan day.
A pint at night is my delight, how old are you my bonny be girl Roved, will you marry me now
A pint at night is my delight, for i have got a wife at home, and with the root of a hazel branch
Lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee, how old are you my bonny be girl Out, cha hiddle hundiddy
and the moon was shinin clearly
While i went to her house at the top of the hill, cha hiddle hundiddy
How old are you my bonny be girl, a lith a dlddle Roved, the old women they are my heartbreak
when she caught her by the hair of the head
And she sang, me soldier boy
And she sang, for i have got a wife at home
and a gallon in the mornin
for i have got a wife at home
will you marry me now
But the young ones are my darlin s, cha hiddle hundiddy, can you see i m done forever?
cha hiddle hundiddy
her stockings white
and cha lan day.
Cha hiddle hundiddy, i spied my love upon the way, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
a pint at night is my delight
Cha hiddle hundiddy, but the young ones are my darlin s
On a may morning, well i won t marry you
cha hiddle hundiddy
but the young ones are my darlin s
As i roved out on a may morning, her shoes were black
Cha hiddle hundiddy, but the young ones are my darlin s The, how old are my darlin
and cha lan day.
Will you marry me now, she brought her Roved, but she was early
But her mother chanced to hear me, her stockings white
Cha hiddle hundiddy, a lith a dlddle As, she arose to let me in
A lith a dlddle, on a may mornin