Henry Lee - Shearwater

Get down, get down, young Henry Lee

And stay the night with me

The very best lodging that I can afford

Will be fare better’n thee

Well I can’t get down, and I won’t get down

And spend my night with thee

For the girl that I have in that merry green Land

I love far better than thee

She leaned herself against the fence

Just for a kiss or two

With a little penknife held in her hand

She plugged him through and through

«Come all you ladies in this town

A secret for me keep

For this diamond ring held in my hand

I never will forsake»

«Some take him by his lilly white hands

Some take him by his feet

We’ll throw him in this deep, deep well

More than 100 feet»

Lie there, lie there, young Henry Lee

'Till the flesh drops from your bones

And the girl you have in that merry green land

Will wait for your return

Fly down, fly down, you little bird

And alight on my right knee

Your cage will be of purest gold

In deed, of ivory

Well I can’t fly down and I won’t fly down

And alight on your right knee

For the girl who would murder her own true love

Would kill a litttle bird like me

Oh if I had my bend and bow

My arrow and my string

I’d pierce a dart so near your heart

Your warble would be in vain

But if you had your bend and bow

Your arrow and your string

I’d fly away to that merry green land

And tell what I have seen