The Maid and the Palmer and the Well Below the Valley
Anonymous
Original | The Well Below the Valley: interpretata da Frankie Armstrong... |
THE MAID AND THE PALMER AND THE WELL BELOW THE VALLEY THE maid shee went to the well to washe, Lillumwham, lillumwham! The mayd shee went to the well to washe,Whatt then? what then? The maid shee went to the well to washe,Dew fell of her lilly white fleshe. Grandam boy, grandam boy, heye! Leg a derry, leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir! Driuance, larumben, grandam boy, heye! While shee washte and while shee ronge, While shee hangd o the hazle wand. There came an old palmer by the way, Sais, ‘God speed thee well, thou faire maid!’ ‘Hast either cupp or can, To giue an old palmer drinke therin?’ Sayes, ‘I have neither cupp nor cann, To giue an old palmer drinke therin.’ ‘But an thy lemman came from Roome, Cupps and canns thou wold find soone.’ She sware by God & good St. John, Lemman had shee neuer none. Sais, ‘Peace, faire mayd, you are forsworne! Nine children you haue borne. ‘Three were buryed vnder thy bed’s head, Other three vnder thy brewing leade. ‘Other three on yon play greene; Count, maid, and there be 9.’ ‘But I hope you are the good old man That all the world beleeues vpon. ‘Old palmer, I pray thee, Pennaunce that thou wilt giue to me.’ ‘Penance I can giue thee none, But 7 yeere to be a stepping-stone. ‘Other seaven a clapper in a bell, Other 7 to lead an ape in hell. ‘When thou hast thy penance done, Then thoust come a mayden home.’ | THE WELL BELOW THE VALLEY A gentleman was passing by He asked for a drink as he was dry At the well below below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes My pitcher now does overflow If I bent over 'tis in I'll go To the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes If your true lover was passing by You'd give him a drink if he was dry At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes She swore by grass, she swore by corn That her true lover had never been born At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes Peace, fair maid, you are forsworn For nine children have you born At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes If you're a man of noble fame Pray tell to me the father's name At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes Four of them by your father dear Four more of them by your uncle The other one by your brother John At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes Since you're a man of noble fame Pray tell to me what happened then At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes Four of them buried by the sty Four more of them by the stable The other one lies beneath the well The well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes Since you're a man of noble fame Pray tell to me what happens then At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes You'll be seven long years a-ringing a bell Seven more a-portin' in hell At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes I'll be seven long years a-ringing a bell But the Lord above will save me from hell At the well below the valley Green grows the lilies-o all amongst the bushes |