Christy Moore - Well Below The Valley lyrics

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Christy Moore - Well Below The Valley lyrics

Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o A gentleman was pa**ing by And he asked for a drink as he was dry At the well below the valley-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o My cup is full up to the brim And 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 pa**ing by You'd fill him a drink if he was dry At the well below the valley-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o She swore by gra**, she swore by corn 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 to her you're swearing wrong Six fine children you've 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 of them At the well below the valley-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o There's one of them by your brother John At the well below the valley-o One of them by your Uncle Don At the well below the valley-o Two of them 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 fame You'll tell to me what did happen to them At the well below the valley-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o There's one of them buried beneath the tree At the well below the valley-o Another two buried beneath the stone At the well below the valley-o Two of them outside the graveyard wall 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 will happen myself At the well below the valley-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o You'll be seven years a-ringing a bell At the well below the valley-o And seven years a-burning in hell At the well below the valley-o I'll be seven years a-ringing a bell But the Lord above may save my soul From burning in hell at the well below the valley-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o