A 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.