The lambs on the green hills, song

Michael McGonigle (James Eoghain), singing in English
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Lyrics

Oh the lambs on the green hill they sport and they play
And many strawberries grow round the salt sea
And many strawberries grow round the salt sea
And many’s the ship sails the ocean

Oh the bride and bride party to church they did go
The bride she rode foremost for to make the best show
And I followed after my heart full with woe
For to see my love wed to another

Oh the first time I saw her it was in the church stand
A ring on her finger and her love by the hand
And says I my wee lassie sure I’ll be your man
Although you are wed to another

Oh the next time I saw her it was on the way home
I roved alongside her not knowing where to roam
And says I my wee lassie sure I’ll be your man
Although you are wed to another

Oh stop stop said the bridegroom ‘til I speak one word
Would you venture your life at the point of my sword
For by courting too slowly you have lost this fair maid
So be gone for you’ll never enjoy her

Oh go dig me a grave dig it large wide and deep
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down easy my last sleep to take
For that’s the best way I’ll for forget her
Ah sure that’s the best way I’ll forget her

see also   The lambs on the green hills / Paddy Doherty (Eoghnie)