The Well Below The Valley (Planxty)

A gentleman was passing by He asked for a drink as he got dry At the well below below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Me cup is full up to the brim If I were to stoop I might fall in At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o If your true love was passing by You'd fill him a drink as he got dry At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o She swore by grass, she swore by corn That her true love had never been born At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o He said, Young maid, you're swearing wrong For six fine children you had born At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o If you be a man of noble fame You'll tell to me the father o' them At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o There's two of them by your Uncle Dan At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Another two by your brother John At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Another two by your Father dear At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o If you be a man of noble esteem You'll tell to me what has happened to them At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o There's two buried 'neath the stable door At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Another two near the kitchen door At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Another two buried beneath the well At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o If you be a man of noble fame You'll tell to me what'll happen mesel' At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o You'll be seven years a-ringing the bell At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o You'll be seven more a-portin' in Hell At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o I'll be seven years a-ringing the bell But the Lord above may save me soul From portin' in Hell At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o.