As I strolled out one clear moonlight
One clear moonlight in winter
It was there I met a pretty fair maid
And I fell in behind her
chorus
She was a rum one
Fol-the-diddle-di-do-day
But a bonny one
Dol-the-diddle-di-do
She walk-ed up and she walk-ed down
And I kept close behind her
And I asked of her the reason why
That she could'na step no wider
Go away, go away, you foolish young man
And stop such foolish talking
For it does not suit young men, she said
To pick up young women's walking
I am a chlochter to my trade
My friends they call me rare-o
If you'll tell me where your trouble lies
I'II fix it neat and fair-o
My trouble lies between my thighs
And e'er it does abide-o
It bothers me baith night and day
And it keeps me from my stridin'
He laid her down upon a bank
Till he applied the plaister
She jump-ed up to her feet
Saying I hope you'll never end it
She's gi'ed to me my winter's beef
Besides my winter's fuellin'
Far better than that she's gi'ed to me
Was a stable for my stallion
