Lyrics The Well Below The Valley - Planxty

The Well Below The Valley

Chorus
At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh A gentleman was passing by He asked for a drink as he got dry
My cup is full up to the brim
If I were to stoop I might fall in If your true lover was passing by You’d fill him a drink as he got dry
She swore by grass, she swore by corn
That her true love had never been born
He said, Young maid you’re swearing wrong
For six young children you had born
If you be a man of noble fame
You’ll tell to me the father of them
There’s two of them by your Uncle Dan
There’s two of them by your Uncle Dan
Another two by your brother John
Another two by your brother John
Another two by your father dear
Another two by your father dear
If you be a man of noble 'steem
You’ll tell me what did happen to them
There’s two buried 'neath the stable door
There’s two buried 'neath the stable door
Another two 'neath the kitchen door
Another two 'neath the kitchen door
Another two buried beneath the wall
Another two buried beneath the wall
If you be a man of noble fame
You’ll tell me what will happen myself
You’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell
You’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell
You’ll be seven more burning in hell
You’ll be seven more burning in hell
I’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell
But the lord above may save my soul
From burning in hell