The Well Below The Valley - Planxty

Chorus

At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh A gentleman was passing by He asked for a drink as he got dry

My cup is full up to the brim

If I were to stoop I might fall in If your true lover was passing by You’d fill him a drink as he got dry

She swore by grass, she swore by corn

That her true love had never been born

He said, Young maid you’re swearing wrong

For six young children you had born

If you be a man of noble fame

You’ll tell to me the father of them

There’s two of them by your Uncle Dan

There’s two of them by your Uncle Dan

Another two by your brother John

Another two by your brother John

Another two by your father dear

Another two by your father dear

If you be a man of noble 'steem

You’ll tell me what did happen to them

There’s two buried 'neath the stable door

There’s two buried 'neath the stable door

Another two 'neath the kitchen door

Another two 'neath the kitchen door

Another two buried beneath the wall

Another two buried beneath the wall

If you be a man of noble fame

You’ll tell me what will happen myself

You’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell

You’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell

You’ll be seven more burning in hell

You’ll be seven more burning in hell

I’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell

But the lord above may save my soul

From burning in hell