Sixteen Come Next Sunday
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As I went down yon heathery moor
I met a bonny wee lassie
She winked at me and passed me by
And oh but she was handsome
Chorus (after each verse):
With me twadigan adigan antin aye
With me twadigan adigan aye do
"Where are you going, my bonny wee lass?
"Where are you going, my honey?"
Quite mannerly she answered me
"On a message for me maimí"
"Oh what's your age, my bonny wee lassie?
"Oh what's your age, my honey?"
Quite mannerly she answered me
"I'll be sixteen come next Sunday"
"Oh where do you live, my bonny wee lass?
"Oh where do you live, my honey?"
Quite mannerly she answered me
"Away down in yon green valley"
"Oh where do you lie, my bonny wee lass?
"Oh where do you lie, my honey?"
Quite mannerly she answered me
"In the bed behind me maimí"
"Will you marry me, my bonny wee lass?
"Will you marry me, my honey?"
Quite mannerly she answered me
"Will you wait 'til I ask me maimí?"
"If I go down the morrow night
When the moon will be shining clearly
Will you open the door and let me in
And your maimí, she won't hear me?"
As I went down to her house
Her maimí chanced to hear me
She pulled her daughter by the hair
And she hit her three times over
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