Lie down, lie down, love Henry Lee and stay with me this night
You will have my candle and coal, my fire's burnin' bright
My fire's burnin' bright
I won't lie down, I can't lie down, and stay all night with thee
There's a lady ten times fairer than you in Barnard's Hall for me
In Barnard's Hall for me
He's leanin' o'er her soft pillow to give her a kiss so sweet
But her little pen knife held keen and sharp, she's wounded him full deep
She's wounded him full deep
Oh I will lie down, I must lie down, I welcome it said he
There's no lady in Barnard's Hall that I love better than thee
I love more better than thee
She took him by his long yellow hair, she dragged him by his feet,
She threw him down a cold dark well some fifty fathoms deep
A full fifty fathoms deep
Lie down, lie down, you pretty little bird, lie down along my knee
No one who would murder their own true love would kill a little bird like me
Would kill a little bird like me
Cupid with your bending bow, your arrow and your string
I'd shoot my love right through their heart so they no longer sing
So they no longer sing
I wish you had your bending bow, Your arrow and your string!
I'd fly on back to Barnard's Hall, you'd always hear me sing
You'd always hear me sing!
I'd fly on back to Barnard's Hall, you'd always hear me sing
You'd always hear me sing!