One more for luck ~ Play on Words

Oh, there was a woman and she was a widow,

Fair are the flowers in the valley,

With a daughter as fair as a fresh sunny meadow

The red, the green, and the ye-allow.

The maid was so rare and the flowers so fair together they grew in the valley.

The harp, the lute, the pipe, the flute, the cymbal, sweet goes the treble violin,

There came a knight all clothed in red

Fair are the flowers in the valley

I would though be my bride, he said,

The red, the green, and the yellow,

The harp, the lute, the pipe, the flute, the cymbal, sweet goes the treble violin

I would she sighed never won a bride

Fair are the flowers in the valley.

There came a knight all clothed in green

Fair are the flowers in the valley.

Thou would he said might be my bride

The harp, the lute, the pipe the flute the cymbal, sweet goes the treble violin

Might be, she sighed will not win me

Fair are the flowers in the valley.

There came a Knight in yellow clad,

Fair are the flowers in the valley.

My bride, my Queen, thou must with me

The red the green and the yellow

With blushes red, I come she said

Farewell to the flowers in the valley.