The lambs on the hillside
Sport in the heather
Where the berries grow
And blossoms are on every flower
Where the berries grow
And blossoms are on every flower
And the ships
Are sailing in the ocean
        
The bride and her party
Going to the church
She riding ahead
As pretty as a picture
And a lad following her
Heavy-hearted and dumb
For his love
Is going to marry another
        
Standing at the altar
With her groom by her side
Putting the ring on her finger
And making vows of love
The lad said quietly
"My love for you will never weaken
Even though you are
Now married to another"
        
"Dig a grave," said the lad
"Where I can get some peace
Plant flowers around it
And spring will make them grow
And lay me under the earth
Where I will lie forever
Nothing but death
Will banish her from my mind"
        
The lambs on the hillside
Sport in the heather
Where the berries grow
And blossoms are on every flower
Where the berries grow
And blossoms are on every flower
And the ships
Are sailing in the ocean
        
The lambs on the hillside
Sport in the heather
Where the berries grow
And blossoms are on every flower
The lad said quietly
"My love for you will never weaken
Even though you are
Now married to another"