The Well -

Green grows the lily oh

Right among the bushes oh

A gentleman was passing by

And he stopped for a drink

As he was dry

At the well below the valley oh

Green grows the lily oh

Right among the bushes oh

My pack is full unto the brim

And if I were to stoop I might fall in

If your true love was passing by

You’d fill him a drink if he were dry

She swore by grass, she swore by corn

Her true love had never been born

He said: Young girl you’re swearing wrong

Six fine children you’ve born

If you be the man of noble fame

You’ll tell to me the father of them

There’s two of them by your brother John

At the well below the valley oh

Another two by your uncle Dan

At the well below the valley oh

Another two by your father dear

At the well below the valley oh

Green grows the lily oh

If you be the man of noble fame

You’ll tell to me what happened to them

There’s two buried 'neath the kitchen door

At the well below the valley oh

Another two near the stable door

At the well below the valley oh

Another two just beside the well

At the well below the valley oh

All of them outside the graveyard wall

If you be the man of noble fame

You’ll tell to me what’ll happen to me

You’ll be seven years of ringing a bell

At the well below the valley oh

Seven years of burning in hell

At the well below the valley oh

Green grows the lily oh

Right among the bushes oh

I’ll be seven years of ringing a bell

But the Lord above might save my soul (I don’t think so)

From burning in hell at the well below the valley oh

Green grows the lily oh

Right among the bushes oh !

Green grows the lily oh

Right among the bushes oh

Green grows the lily oh

Right among the bushes oh…