Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LAMBS ON THE GREEN HILLS 
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 love is away How many's the ships 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 But I followed after with my heart filled with woe To see my love wed to another 
The first place I saw her was in the church stand Gold rings on her fingers and her love by the hand Says I, ma wee lassie, I will be the man Altho you are wed to another 
The next place I saw her was on the way home I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam Says I, ma wee lassie, I'll be by your side Altho you are wed to another 
Stop, stop, says the groomsman, til I speak a word Will you venture your life on the point of my sword For courting so slowly you've lost this fair maid So, begone for you'll never enjoy her 
O make now my grave, both large, wide and deep And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet And lay me down in ti to take my last sleep For that's the best way to forget her