The Lambs on the Green Hills

Trad. Arr. D. McNee, E. Baird, R. Macmillan, S. Gray, P. McKenna & Brian McNeill

A traditional Irish song which has many variations in both Ireland and Scotland.

Paul: Vocals, Guitar
David: Bouzouki
Ruairidh: Fiddle, Octave Fiddle
Seán: F Flute
Ewan: Cajon, Symbols

The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play
And many strawberries grow round the salt sea
How sad is my heart when my own love’s away
How many’s the ship sails the ocean

The bride and the bride’s party, to church they did go
The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show
And I followed after with my heart filled with woe
For to see my love wed to another

The next time I saw her, was in the church stand
Gold ring on her finger, her love by hand
Says I my wee lassie, I will be your man
Although you are wed to another

The last time I saw her, was on the way home
I rode on before her not knowing where to roam
Says I my wee lassie, I will be the one
Although you are wed to another

Stop, stop says the groomsman, til I speak a word
Would you chance your life on the point of my sword
For courting so slowly, you have lost this fair maid
So be gone for you ne’er will enjoy her

So dig now my grave, both long wide and deep
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down in it for to take my last sleep
For that’s the sure way to forget her