Junior Brother - The Lambs On The Green Hills lyrics
[Junior Brother - The Lambs On The Green Hills lyrics]
The lambs on the green hills
They sport and they play
And many strawberry grows round the south sea
How sad is my heart, when my love is away
How many's the ship sails the ocean?
The bride and bride's party
To church they did go
The bride, she rode foremost
She bore the best show
But I followed after, my heart full of woe
To see my love wed to another
The first place I saw her
In on the church stand
A ring on her finger, her love by her hand
Says I, "My wee lassiе, I will be your man
Although you are wed to anothеr"
The next place I saw her was on the way home
I ran on before her, not knowing where to go
Says I, "My wee lassie
I'll be by your side
Although you are wed to another"
"Stop" said the groomsman
"'till I speak a word
Will venture your life on the
Point of my sword? For courting so slowly
You lost your fair maid
So, begone, for you'll never enjoy her"
Oh, make now my grave, both large
Wide and deep
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down in it, to take my last sleep
For that's the best way to forget her
The lambs on the green hills
They sport and they play
And many strawberry grows round the south sea
How sad is my heart, when my love is away
And how many's the ship sails the ocean?
How many's the ship sails the ocean?
They sport and they play
And many strawberry grows round the south sea
How sad is my heart, when my love is away
How many's the ship sails the ocean?
The bride and bride's party
To church they did go
The bride, she rode foremost
She bore the best show
But I followed after, my heart full of woe
To see my love wed to another
The first place I saw her
In on the church stand
A ring on her finger, her love by her hand
Says I, "My wee lassiе, I will be your man
Although you are wed to anothеr"
The next place I saw her was on the way home
I ran on before her, not knowing where to go
Says I, "My wee lassie
I'll be by your side
Although you are wed to another"
"Stop" said the groomsman
"'till I speak a word
Will venture your life on the
Point of my sword? For courting so slowly
You lost your fair maid
So, begone, for you'll never enjoy her"
Oh, make now my grave, both large
Wide and deep
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down in it, to take my last sleep
For that's the best way to forget her
The lambs on the green hills
They sport and they play
And many strawberry grows round the south sea
How sad is my heart, when my love is away
And how many's the ship sails the ocean?
How many's the ship sails the ocean?