Planxty - The Well Below The Valley lyrics

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gentleman was passing by

He asked for a drink as he got dry

At the well below below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

Me cup is full up to the brim

If I were to stoop I might fall in

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

If your true love was passing by

You'd fill him a drink as he got dry

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

She swore by grass, she swore by corn

That her true love had never been born

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

He said, Young maid, you're swearing wrong

For six fine children you had born

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

If you be a man of noble fame

You'll tell to me the father o' them

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

There's two of them by your Uncle Dan

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

Another two by your brother John

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

Another two by your Father dear

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

If you be a man of noble esteem

You'll tell to me what has happened to them

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

There's two buried 'neath the stable door

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

Another two near the kitchen door

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

Another two buried beneath the well

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

If you be a man of noble fame

You'll tell to me what'll happen mesel'

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

You'll be seven years a-ringing the bell

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

You'll be seven more a-portin' in Hell

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o

I'll be seven years a-ringing the bell

But the Lord above may save me soul

From portin' in Hell

At the well below the valley o

Green grows the lily o

Right among the bushes o.