The Lambs on the Green Hills - Traditional

    The lambs on the green hills they sport and they play
    And many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea
    Many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea
    And many's the ship sails the ocean.

    The bride and bride's party to the church they did go
    The bride she rode foremost, she bore the best show
    And I followed after with my heart full of woe
    To see my love wed to another.

    The first place I saw her was on the church stand
    Gold rings on her fingers and her love by the hand
    Says I, "My wee lassie, I will be your man
    Although you are wed to another."

    The next place I saw her was on the way home
    I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam
    Says I, "My wee lassie, I'll be by your side
    Although you are wed to another."

    "Stop, stop!" says the groom's man, "till I speak a word.
    Would you venture your life on the point of my sword?
    For courting too slowly you've lost this fair maid
    So begone, for you'll never enjoy her."

    So make now my grave both large, wide and deep
    And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
    Then lay me down in it to take my last sleep
    For that's the best way to forget her.

    [Repeat first verse]

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