The Well Below the Valley Songtext
von Planxty

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.