Barbara Dickson - Fine Flowers in the Valley lyrics

She sat down below a thorn Fine flowers in the valley And there she has her sweet babe born And the green leaves they grow rarely "Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe An ye'll smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me deid" She's ta'en oot her wee pen knife And twinned the sweet babe o' it's life She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon An' there she's buried her sweet babe in As she was going to the church She saw a sweet babe in the porch "O sweet babe, an' thou were mine I wad cleed thee in the silk sae fine" O mither dear, when I was thine Ye didna prove tae me sae kind