Lie down, lie down, love Henry Lee and stay with me this night You will have my candle and coal, my fire's burnin' bright My fire's burnin' bright I won't lie down, I can't lie down, and stay all night with thee There's a lady ten times fairer than you in Barnard's Hall for me In Barnard's Hall for me He's leanin' o'er her soft pillow to give her a kiss so sweet But her little pen knife held keen and sharp, she's wounded him full deep She's wounded him full deep Oh I will lie down, I must lie down, I welcome it said he There's no lady in Barnard's Hall that I love better than thee I love more better than thee She took him by his long yellow hair, she dragged him by his feet, She threw him down a cold dark well some fifty fathoms deep A full fifty fathoms deep Lie down, lie down, you pretty little bird, lie down along my knee No one who would murder their own true love would kill a little bird like me Would kill a little bird like me Cupid with your bending bow, your arrow and your string I'd shoot my doll right through her heart so she no longer sings So she no longer sings I wish you had your bending bow, Your arrow and your string! I'd fly on back to Barnard's Hall, you'd always hear me sing You'd always hear me sing! I'd fly on back to Barnard's Hall, you'd always hear me sing You'd always hear me sing!