Where we the lambs may spy/'
And 'twas down in yonder valley, love,
Where the water glideth by.
He held her hand, he whispered love;
He swore his heart was true;
He kissed her lips; the lambs did skip
About them on the dew,
About them in the morning dew,
Beneath a summer sky,
And 'twas down in yonder valley, love,