Текст песни Wellinbrook Well - The New Christy Minstrels
                                                She 
                                                carried 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                from 
                                                Wellinbrook 
                                                Well
 
                                    
                                
                                                Setherwoode, 
                                                Sage, 
                                                Rosemary, 
                                                and 
                                                Thyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                asked 
                                                her 
                                                name 
                                                and 
                                                she 
                                                never 
                                                would 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Wellinbrook 
                                                Well)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saying 
                                                "you 
                                                cannot 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                true 
                                                lover 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                I'm 
                                                but 
                                                    a 
                                                maiden, 
                                                my 
                                                age 
                                                is 
                                                sixteen"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Setherwoode, 
                                                Sage, 
                                                Rosemary, 
                                                and 
                                                Thyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                "The 
                                                man 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                marry, 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                have 
                                                seen
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                cannot 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                true 
                                                lover 
                                                of 
                                                mine"
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                oh 
                                                but 
                                                she 
                                                was 
                                                neatly 
                                                dressed, 
                                                her 
                                                hair 
                                                was 
                                                (indiscernible) 
                                                hung?
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                was 
                                                sixteen 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                much 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                youth 
                                                belongs 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                young?
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                carried 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                from 
                                                Wellinbrook 
                                                Well
 
                                    
                                
                                                Setherwoode, 
                                                Sage, 
                                                Rosemary, 
                                                and 
                                                Thyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Twas 
                                                there 
                                                she 
                                                left 
                                                me 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                farewell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saying 
                                                "you 
                                                cannot 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                true 
                                                lover 
                                                of 
                                                mine"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                was 
                                                broken 
                                                'tis 
                                                better 
                                                this 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Setherwoode, 
                                                Sage, 
                                                Rosemary, 
                                                and 
                                                Thyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                What's 
                                                wisdom 
                                                in 
                                                winter 
                                                is 
                                                madness 
                                                in 
                                                May
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                might 
                                                not 
                                                have 
                                                been 
                                                    a 
                                                true 
                                                lover 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Setherwoode, 
                                                Sage, 
                                                Rosemary, 
                                                and 
                                                Thyme
 
                                    
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