Letra de Playing of ball

It happened one evening at the playing of ball
When first I met Willie, he was proper, he was tall
He was neat, fair and handsome, straight in each limb There´s a heart in my bosom and it´s aching for him.

Will you go along with me all down the road
To see father´s dwelling and the place of our abode
He knew by her look and her languishing eye
He was the young man she valued most high.

There´s a place in my garden, young Willie, said she Where Lords, Dukes and Earls, they wait upon me
And when they are sleeping in their long, silent rest
I´ll go with you, Willie; you´re the boy I love best.

Her father was listening, in ambush he lay
He heard the words these lovers did say
And with his sharp rapier he´s pierced her love through
And the innocent blood of her darling he drew.

I will go off to some far country
Where I´ll know no one and no one knows me
It´s there I will wonder in my long silent rest
For it´s you, lovely Willie, you´re the boy I love best.

It happened one evening at the playing of ball
When first I met Willie, he was proper and tall
He was neat fair and handsome and straight in each limb There´s a heart in my bosom and it´s waiting for him. There´s a heart in my bosom and it´s waiting for him. There´s a heart in my bosom and it´s waiting for him.
For him
for him
For him
For him