Wellinbrook Well

She carried the water from Wellinbrook Well
Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme
I asked her name and she never would tell
(Wellinbrook Well)
Saying «you cannot be a true lover of mine
For I’m but a maiden, my age is sixteen»
Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme
«The man I would marry, I never have seen
You cannot be a true lover of mine»
And oh but she was neatly dressed, her hair was (indiscernible) hung?
She was sixteen and I was much more
For youth belongs to the young?
She carried the water from Wellinbrook Well
Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme
‘Twas there she left me without a farewell
Saying «you cannot be a true lover of mine»
Though my heart was broken ‘tis better this way
Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme
What’s wisdom in winter is madness in May
She might not have been a true lover of mine
Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme