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As we jogged on together, me boys, together side by side
                           D          A                E
By chance this fair maid's garter, by chance it came untied
    A                                           E
For fear that she might lose it, I unto her did say
          A                                        E        A
"Oh, your garter's come untied, me love, fol-der-o diddle-o-day
                                                   E        A
"Oh, your garter's come untied, me love, fol-der-o diddle-o-day

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                                        E
As we rode on together, me boys, to the outskirts of the town
                          D           A                   E
At length this fair young damsel, she stopped and looked around
     A                                                    E
"Oh, since you've been so venturesome, pray tie it up for me"
       A                                            E        A
"Oh, I will if you go to the apple grove, fol-der-o diddle-o-day
                                                   E        A
Oh, I will if you go to the apple grove, fol-der-o diddle-o-day"

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A    E  A    E  A

[Verse]
                                        E
And when we got to the apple grove, the grass was growing high
                  D                 A             E
I laid this girl upon her back, her garter for to tie
      A                                            E
While tying of her garter, such sights I never did see
       A                                           E        A
And we both jogged on together, me boys, fol-der-o diddle-o-day
                                                   E        A
And we both jogged on together, me boys, fol-der-o diddle-o-day

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                                            E
"Oh, since you've had your will of me, come tell to me your name
                  D          A                    E
Likewise your occupation and where and whence you came"
    A                                                    E
"Me name is Mickey the drover boy, from Dublin town come I
      A                                                E        A
And I live at the sign of the Ups And Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day
                                                       E        A
Oh, I live at the sign of the Ups And Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day"

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A    E  A    E  A

[Verse]
                                   E
And when she got to Aylesbury, her butter was not sold
                      D              A                  E
And the losing of her maidenhead, it made her blood run cold
      A                                                            E
"He's gone, he's gone, he's gone", she said, "He's not the lad for me
       A                                                 E        A
For he lives at the sign of the Ups And Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day
                                                         E        A
For he lives at the sign of the Ups And Downs, fol-der-o diddle-o-day"