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Pauline Scanlon - The Lambs on the Green Hills lyrics
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 own love's away, How many's the ship sails the ocean. The bride and bride's party to church they did go, The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show. And I followed after with my heart filled with woe For to see my love wed to another. The next time I saw her was in the church stand, Gold ring on her finger, her love by her hand. Says I, my wee lassie, I will be your man, Although you are wed to another. The last time I saw her was on the way home, I rode on before her not knowing where to roam. Says I, my wee lassie, I will be the one, Although you are wed to another. "Stop, stop," says the groomsman, "till I speak a word, Would you risk your life on the point of my sword? For courting so slowly you have lost this fair maid, So be gone for you ne'er will enjoy her." So dig now my grave both long wide and deep, And strew it all over with primrose so sweet. And lay me down in it to take my last sleep, For that's the sure way to forget her. |
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