The Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn/She Lives in the Valley Below
SHE LIVES IN THE VALLEY BELOW.
The broom bloomed so fresh and so fair,
The lambkins were sporting around,
When I wandered to breathe the fresh air,
And by chance a rich treasure I found,
A lass sat beneath a green shade,
For whose smiles the world I'll forego;
As blooming as May was the maid,
And she lives in the valley, she lives in the valley, the valley below.
The lambkins were sporting around,
When I wandered to breathe the fresh air,
And by chance a rich treasure I found,
A lass sat beneath a green shade,
For whose smiles the world I'll forego;
As blooming as May was the maid,
And she lives in the valley, she lives in the valley, the valley below.
Her song struck my ears with surprise,
Her voice like the nightingale sweet,
But love took his seat in her eyes,
There beauty and innocence meet:
From that moment my heart was her own,
For her every wish I’d forego,
She’s, beauteous as roses just blown,
And she lives in the valley below.
Her voice like the nightingale sweet,
But love took his seat in her eyes,
There beauty and innocence meet:
From that moment my heart was her own,
For her every wish I’d forego,
She’s, beauteous as roses just blown,
And she lives in the valley below.
My cottage with Woodbine o’er grown,
The sweet turtle dove cooing round,
My flocks and my herds are my own,
My pastures with hawthorn are bound.
All my riches I’ll lay at her feet,
If her heart in return she‘ll bestow,
For no pastime can cheer my retreat,
While she lives in the valley below.
The sweet turtle dove cooing round,
My flocks and my herds are my own,
My pastures with hawthorn are bound.
All my riches I’ll lay at her feet,
If her heart in return she‘ll bestow,
For no pastime can cheer my retreat,
While she lives in the valley below.