Wellinbrook Well - The New Christy Minstrels

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