The Well Below The Valley

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.