Oh, lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play
And many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea
And many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea
And many ships sail the ocean

The bride and the bride's party, to church they did go 
The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show
But I followed after her with my heart filled with woe
To see my love wed to another

The next time I saw her, was in the church stand
Gold ring on her finger, her love by the hand
Says I'm my sweet lassie, I will be your man
Although you are wed to another

The next place I saw her, was on the way home
 I rode on before her not knowing where to go
Says I'm my wee lassie, I will be the one
Although you are wed to another

Stop, stop says the groomsman, 'til I speak a word
Would you chance your life on the point of my sword
For courting so slowly, you have lost this fair maid
So be gone for you never will enjoy her

So dig now my grave, both large, wide and deep
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down in it to take my last sleep
That's the best way to forget her