"The lambs on the green hill, they sport and they play
And many strawberries grow ‘round the salt sea.
How sad is my heart when my own loves away,
How many ships sail the ocean.
The bride and brides party, to church they did go
The bride she road foremost, she bears the best show
And I followed after, my heart full of woe
For to see my love wed to, another.
The first time 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’ll be your man”
Although, you are wed to another
The next time I saw her, was on the way home.
I ran out before her, not knowing wher to roam.
Says I “My wee lassie I’ll be the one”
Although you are wed to another
"Stop, stop" says the groomsmen “‘til I speak a word,
Would you chances your life on the point of my sword,
For courting too slowly, you have lost this fair maid
so be gone, for you ner will, enjoy her!”
So dig now my grave both long, wide and deep.
And sprinkle it over, with flowers so sweet.
And lay me down in it, for to have ny last sleep
For that’s the best way to, forget her.