Playing Of Ball lyrics

It happened one evening at the playing of ballWhen first I met Willie, he was proper, he was tallHe 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 roadTo see father's dwelling and the place of our abodeHe knew by her look and her languishing eyeHe 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 meAnd when they are sleeping in their long, silent restI'll go with you, Willie; you're the boy I love best.Her father was listening, in ambush he layHe heard the words these lovers did sayAnd with his sharp rapier he's pierced her love throughAnd the innocent blood of her darling he drew.I will go off to some far countryWhere I'll know no one and no one knows meIt's there I will wonder in my long silent restFor it's you, lovely Willie, you're the boy I love best.It happened one evening at the playing of ballWhen
first I met Willie, he was proper and tallHe 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 himfor himFor himFor him