Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh A gentleman was passing by And he stopped for a drink As he was dry At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh My pack is full unto the brim And if I were to stoop I might fall in At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh If your true love was passing by You'd fill him a drink if he were dry At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh She swore by grass, she swore by corn Her true love had never been born At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh He said: Young girl you're swearing wrong Six fine children you've born At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh If you be the man of noble fame You'll tell to me the father of them At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh There's two of them by your brother John At the well below the valley oh Another two by your uncle Dan At the well below the valley oh Another two by your father dear At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh If you be the man of noble fame You'll tell to me what happened to them At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh There's two buried 'neath the kitchen door At the well below the valley oh Another two near the stable door At the well below the valley oh Another two just beside the well At the well below the valley oh All of them outside the graveyard wall At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh If you be the man of noble fame You'll tell to me what'll happen to me At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh You'll be seven years of ringing a bell At the well below the valley oh Seven years of burning in hell At the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh I'll be seven years of ringing a bell But the Lord above might save my soul (I don't think so) From burning in hell at the well below the valley oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh! Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh Green grows the lily oh Right among the bushes oh