The Well Below the Valley

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

My cup it is in overflow
If I were to stoop I might fall in
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

If your true love was passing by
You'd fill him a drink as he got dry
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

She swore by grass, she swore by corn
That her true love had never been born
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

He said, young maid, you're swearing wrong
For six pretty babies you have born
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

If you be a man of noble fame
You'll tell to me the father of them
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

There's two of them by your Uncle Dan
At the well below the valley-oh
Another two by a brother, John
Green grows the lily-oh
Another two by your father dear
Right among the bushes-oh

If you be a man of noble name
You'll tell to me what did happen to them
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

There's two buried 'neath the stable door
At the well below the valley-oh
Another two 'neath the kitchen door
At the well below the valley
Two buried beneath the well
The well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

If you be a man of high degree
You'll tell me what will happen to me
At the well below the valley-oh

You'll be seven years a-ringing a bell
And seven more a-porting in Hell
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh
Right among the bushes-oh

I'll be seven a-ringing the bell
But the Lord above may save my soul from porting in Hell
At the well below the valley