Sixteen Come Next Sunday

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