NED OF THE HILL



Oh dark is the evening and silent the hour

Oh who is that minstrel by yon shady tower

Whose harp is so tenderly touching with skill

Oh who could it be but young Ned of the Hill

And he sings, "Lady love, will you come with me now

Come and live merrily under the bough

I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread

If you will but wed with young ned of the Hill"



Young Ned of the Hill has no castle or hall

No bowmen or spearmen to come at his call

But one little archer of exquisite skill

Has loosed a bright shaft for young Ned of the Hill

It is hard to escape to this young lady's bower

For high is the castle and guarded the tower

But where there's a will there's always a way

And young Eileen is gone with young ned of the Hill

@courtship

sung by Jean Redpath

filename[ NEDHILL

play.exe NEDHILL

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