Playing Of Ball - Kate Rusby

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