Ned Of The Hill

NED OF THE HILL

Oh, dark is the evening
and silent the hour.
Oh, who is that minstrel
by yon shady tow'r?

His harp he's 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 bow'r.

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 bowman nor spearman
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 bow'r,
for high is the castle
and guarded the tow'r.

But where there's a will
there's always a way,
and young Eileen has gone
with young Ned of the hill.