Kate Rusby - Playing Of Ball lyrics

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