Lyrics
Oh dark is the evening, and silent the hour
Oh who is that minstrel by yon shady bower
Whose harp is so tenderly touching with skill
Oh who could it be but Young Ned of the Hill
And he sings lady love, “Won't you come with me now
Oh come and live merrily under the bow
And 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 bowman nor spearman to answer his call
But one little archer of exquisite skill
Has loosed a bright shaft for Young Ned of the Hill
And though it’s hard to escape to this young lady’s bower
For high is her castle and guarded the tower
But where there’s a will, there is always a way
And young Eileen has gone with Young Ned of the Hill
And he sings lady love, “Won't you come with me now
Oh come and live merrily under the bow
And I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread
If you will but wed with Young Ned of the Hill”
Written by: Traditional Song
