Oh dark is the evening and silent the hour Oh
who is that minstrel by yon shady tower Whose harp is so tenderly touching with skill Oh who could it be but young Ned
of the Hill And he sings, "Lady love, will you come with me now Come and live merrily under the bough I'll pillow
your head where the light fairies tread If you will but wed with young Ned of the Hill"
Young Ned of the Hill has
no castle or hall No bowmen or spearmen to come at his call But one little archer of exquisite skill Has loosed a
bright shaft for young Ned of the Hill It is hard to escape to this young lady's bower For high is the castle and guarded
the tower But where there's a will there's always a way And young Eileen is gone with young Ned of the Hill
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