Playing of Ball

It happened one evening at the playing of ball
When first I met Willie, he was proper, he was tall
He was neat, fair, and handsome and straight in each limb
There's a heart in my bosom and it's aching for him

Will you go along with me all down the road
To see father's dwelling and the place of our abode?
He knew by her look and her languishing eye
He was the young man she valued most high

There's a place in my garden, "Young Willie," said she
"Where earls, dukes, and lords, they wait upon me
And when they are sleeping, their long, silent rest
I'll go with you, Willie, you're the boy I love best"

Her father was listening, in ambush he lay
He's heard the words these lovers did say
And with his sharp rapier, he's pierced her love through
And the innocent word of her darling he drew

Oh, I will go off to some far country
Where I'll know no one and no one knows me
It's there where wonder in my own silent rest
It's you, lovely Willie, you're the boy I love best

It happened one evening at the playing of ball
When first I met Willie, he was proper, he was tall
He was neat, fair, and handsome and straight in each limb
There's a heart in my bosom and it's aching for him

There's a heart in my bosom and it's aching for him
There's a heart in my bosom and it's aching for him

For him
For him
For him