| She carried the water from Wellinbrook Well |
| Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
| I asked her name and she never would tell |
| (Wellinbrook Well) |
| Saying «you cannot be a true lover of mine |
| For I’m but a maiden, my age is sixteen» |
| Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
| «The man I would marry, I never have seen |
| You cannot be a true lover of mine» |
| And oh but she was neatly dressed, her hair was (indiscernible) hung? |
| She was sixteen and I was much more |
| For youth belongs to the young? |
| She carried the water from Wellinbrook Well |
| Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
| ‘Twas there she left me without a farewell |
| Saying «you cannot be a true lover of mine» |
| Though my heart was broken ‘tis better this way |
| Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
| What’s wisdom in winter is madness in May |
| She might not have been a true lover of mine |
| Setherwoode, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |