Lyrics

As I rode out to Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a fine young maiden
Washing her clothes by broad daylight
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row day
First she washed and then she squeezed ’em
Then she hung them out to dry
And then she folded up her arms
Saying, “Oh what a fine young girl am I.”
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row day
Have you ever heard of cups and saucers
Rattling around in an old tin can
Have you ever heard of a fine young woman
Married to an ugly, grey old man
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row day
She said blue it is a lovely colour
Till it gets a second dip
That’s the way with the old lads courting
You’ll never know if he'll take a fit
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row day
Madam, you have gold and silver
Madam, you have tracts of land
Madam you have ships in the ocean
All you need is a fine, young man
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row day
Going to the well for a pale of water
Washing it around for to make some tea
She fell over, I fell under
All the game was above her knee
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row day
Madam, I will tie your garter
I will tie it above your knee
If you want I'll tie it up further
Madam, I'm a darling, a die row day
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin
A die row day
Written by: Traditional
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