| lyric | 1. As I was going along the road
To see the flow’rs aspringing,
I met a wee lass upon the road
And gaily she was singing.
Ref.: Ringaringarue, ringarue,
Ringaringa, ringarue,
To my fal the didde diddle diedo!
2. Her stockings bright, her bodice tight,
Her buckles shone like silver,
Her hair dark brown was hanging down,
With her bonnet on her shoulders.
3. 0 Where are you going my bonny wee lass,
0 where are you going my bonny?
Right smilingly she answered me:
’For baccy for my mammy’.
4. 0 what’s your age my nice wee lass,
O what’s your age my bonny?
O modestly she answered me:
’I’m sixteen on next Sunday’. |