The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play. And many strawberries grow around the salt sea. And many strawberries grow around the salt sea. And many as the ship sails the ocean. The bride and bride's party to church they did go. A bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show. But I followed after with my heart filled with woe. To see my love wed to another. The next place I saw her was on the way home. I ran on before her not knowing where to run. Says I, my wee lassie, I'll be by your side. Although you are wed to another. Stop, stop, said the groom, till I speak a word. Well, you venture your life on the point of my sword. For courting too slowly, you've lost the spare leg. So be gone for you'll never enjoy her. Oh, make now my grave both large, wide, and deep. And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet. And lay me down in it to take my last leap. Oh, that's the best way to forget her.