Oh dark is the evening and silence the hour
Oh who is that minstrel by yonder shady tower
Whose heart is so tenderly touching with skill
Oh who could it be but young Ned of the hill
He who sings Lady love, will you come with me now
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies thread
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill
Young Ned of the hill has no castle, no hall
No bowman or spearman to come to his call
But one little archer of exquisite skill
Has shone a bright shaft for young Ned of the hill
And he who sings lady love, will you come with me now
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies thread
But who will it be but young Ned of the hill
And he who sings Lady love, will you come with me now
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies thread
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill
And he who sings Lady love, will you come with me now
Oh come and live out with me under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies thread
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill
If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill