Artist: Kate Rusby
Song Title: Playing of Ball


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

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