The Well Below the Valley

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 g

Ce/ he/ siu/d thi/os ata/ ag leagadh na gclathacha?(3) 'Mise me/ fe/in,' a deir Cu/nla Curfa: Chu/nla chaoin na/ tara ni/os giorra dhom(3) 'Maise mur' dtaga,' a deir Cu/nla Ce/ he/ siu/d thi/os ata/ ag bualadh na bhuinneoga?(3) 'Mise me/ fe/in,' a de

Lonely, the life that I once led. Strange the paths on which we tread Led me to you, unlikely but true. Sabra girl, clouding my view. Rainy, the day the first time we met. Deep was the talk as we lay on your bed. It didn't seem wrong to sing a sad so

As I roved out on a bright May morning To view the meadows and flowers gay Whom should I spy but my own true lover As she sat under yon willow tree I took off my hat and I did salute her I did salute her most courageously When she turned around well