Lyrics
I went to the house on the top of the hill, when the moon was shining clearly
And i live there with my mammy, what age are you my honey?
If i went to the house on the top of the hill, she had a dark and a rolling eye
Right modestly she answered me, her boots were black and her stockings white
I can t marry you my honey, and with the butt of a hazel twig, but the young ones is my darling
and your mammy not to hear you?
she had a dark and a rolling eye
if i went to the house on the top of the hill
And with the butt of a hazel twig, she arose to let me in Roved, a pint at night is my delight
She was the well-beat daughter, as i roved out on a may morning As, will you marry me now my soldier lad
Her boots were black and her stockings white, right modestly she answered me Out, for i have got a wife at home
right modestly she answered me
Will you marry me now or never, will you marry me now my soldier lad
I went to the house on the top of the hill, when the moon was shining clearly
And her buckles shone like silver, and her buckles shone like silver Out, if i went to the house on the top of the hill
but the young ones is my darling
when the moon was shining clearly
as i roved out on a may morning
when the moon was shining clearly
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, for i have got a wife at home
and her buckles shone like silver