Lambs in the Greenfields

The Lambs on the Green hills they sport and they play And many strawberries grow round the Salt Sea And many strawberries grow round the Slat Sea And many is the ship sails the ocean The Bride and Brides’ party to Church they did go A bride she road foremost she bares the best (shawl)* But I followed after with my heart filled with woo To see my love wed to another The next place I saw her was on the way Home Her hand on the (former)* not knowing where to go Says I “My wee La*sie, I will be by your side, although you are wed to another.” “Stop-stop”, said the groom’s man, “Till I speak a word Well you’ll end your life on the point of my sword For courting too slowly you’ve lost this fair maid So be gone 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 leave Oh that’s the best way to forget her. * Words not easily heard, so uncertain