I've heard them lilting At our ewe-milking And I've heard them lilting Before light o' day Now they are mourning For all time lamenting The flowers of the forest Are all wede away Sad they for the order That sent them to the border The English by guile For once won the day Now they are mourning For all time lamenting The flowers of the forest Are all wede away I've heard them lilting At our ewe-milking And I've heard them lilting Before light a-day Now they are mourning For all time lamenting The flowers of the forest Are all wede away