| lyric | 1. A gentleman was passing by,
he asked a drink as he got dry,
at this well below the valley-O.
Chorus:
I’ll be seven years aringing a bell
but the Lord above may save my soul
from portin in hell, at the well
below the valley-O.
2. She said ‘my cup it overflows,
If I stoop down I might fall in,’
At the well below the valley—o.
3. If your true love was passing by,
You’d fill him a drink if he got dry
At the well below the valley-o.
4. She swore by grass, she swore by com,
That her true love was never born,
At the well below the valley-o.
5. I say, young maid, you’re swearing wrong,
For five fine children you had born
At the well below the valley-o.
6. If you’re a man of noble fame,
You’ll tell me who’s the father of them,
At the well below the valley-o.
7. There was two of them by your uncle Dan,
Another two by your brother John,
At the well below the valley-o.
8. Another by your father dear
At the well below the valley-o,
At the well below the valley-o.
9. Well if you’re a man of noble fame,
You’ll tell me what did happen to them,
At the well below the valley-o.
10. There was two of them buried by the stable door,
Another two ’neath the kitchen floor,
At the well below the valley-o.
11. Another’s buried by the well,
At the well below the valley-o,
At the well below the valley-o.
12. Well if you're a man of noble fame,
You’ll tell me what will happen myself
At the well below the valley-o.
13. You’ll be seven years a-porterin in hell,
And seven years a—ringing a bell,
At the well below the valley-o.
14. I’ll be seven years a-ringing a bell
But the Lord above may save my soul from portin’ in hell,
At the well below the valley-o. |