Well Below The Valley Lyrics - Live At The Point - Christy Moore

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o 

A gentleman was passing by 

And he asked for a drink as he was dry 

At the well below the valley-o 

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o 

My cup is full up to the brim 

And 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 

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If your true love was passing by 

You'd fill him a drink if he was 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 

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 to her you're swearing wrong 

Six fine children you've had born 

At the well below the valley-o 

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o 

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If you be a man of noble fame 

You'll tell to me the father of them 

At the well below the valley-o 

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o 

There's one of them by your brother John 

At the well below the valley-o 

One of them by your Uncle Don 

At the well below the valley-o 

Two of them 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 fame 

You'll tell to me what did happen to them 

At the well below the valley-o 

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o 

There's one of them buried beneath the tree 

At the well below the valley-o 

Another two buried beneath the stone 

At the well below the valley-o 

Two of them outside the graveyard wall 

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 will happen myself 

At the well below the valley-o 

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o 

You'll be seven years a-ringing a bell 

At the well below the valley-o 

And seven years a-burning in hell 

At the well below the valley-o 

I'll be seven years a-ringing a bell 

But the Lord above may save my soul 

From burning in hell at the well below the valley-o 

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o 

Green grows the lily-o 

Right among the bushes-o