LAMBS ON THE GREEN HILLS



The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play

And many strawberries grow round the salt sea

How sad is my heart when my love is away

How many's the ships sails the ocean



The bride and the bride's party to church they did go

The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show

But I followed after with my heart filled with woe

To see my love wed to another



The first place I saw her was in the church stand

Gold rings on her fingers and her love by the hand

Says I, ma wee lassie, I will be the man

Altho you are wed to another



The next place I saw her was on the way home

I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam

Says I, ma wee lassie, I'll be by your side

Altho you are wed to another



Stop, stop, says the groomsman, til I speak a word

Will you venture your life on the point of my sword

For courting so slowly you've lost this fair maid

So, begone for you'll never enjoy her



O make now my grave, both large, wide and deep

And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet

And lay me down in ti to take my last sleep

For that's the best way to forget her



See also files starting with FLSE or FALS

@courtship @plant @marriage

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