On an Irish hill top

   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


traditional Irish          jpr: this is likey a redo but me loves it I do!