I’m Seventeen Come Sunday

As I walked out one May morning
One May morning so early
I overtook a handsome maid
Just as the sun was rising
With my rue dum day
Fol the diddle dol
Fol the dol th diddle dum the day

Her shoes were bright
Her stockings white
Her buckles shone like silver
She had a black and roving eye
And her hair hung down her shoulder
With my rue dum day
Fol the diddle dol
Fol the dol th diddle dum the day

How old are you? My fair pretty maid
How old are you my honey
She answered me right cheerfully
I’m seventeen come Sunday
With my rue dum day
Fol the diddle dol
Fol the dol th diddle dum the day

I went down to her mammy’s house
The moon was shining clearly
I sang beneath her window pane
Your soldier loves you dearly
With my rue dum day
Fol the diddle dol
Fol the dol th diddle dum the day

Oh solider won’t you marry me?
For now’s your time or never
For if you do not marry me
My heart is broke forever
With my rue dum day
Fol the diddle dol
Fol the dol th diddle dum the day

And now she is the soldier’s wife
And sails across the brine-o
The drum and fife is her delight
And a merry man in mine, Oh
With my rue dum day
Fol the diddle dol
Fol the dol th diddle dum the day