Ned of the Hill

Oh dark is the evening and silents the hour
Oh who is that minstrel by yonder shady tower?
Whose heart is so tenderly touching with skill?
Oh who could it be but a young Ned of the hill?

And he who sings "Lady love, will you come with me now?
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill"

Young Ned of the hill has no castle, no hall
No bowman nor spearman to come to his call
But one little archer of exquisite skill
Has shot a bright shaft for young Ned of the hill

And he who sings "Lady love, will you come with me now?
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread"
But who would it be but young Ned of the hill?

And he who sings "Lady love, will you come with me now?
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill"

And he who sings "Lady love, will you come with me now?
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill"