Dark is the evening, silent the hour Oh who is that minstrel by yonder lone tower? Whose heart is so tenderly touching with skill? Oh who could it be but young Ned of the hill?
Who sings, "Lady love, will you come with me now? Come and live out with me under the bough I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread If you will but wed with young Ned of the hill"
Young Ned of the hill has no castle, no hall No bowman or spearman to come at his call But one little archer of exquisite skill Has shot a bright shaft for young Ned of the hill
It is hard to escape from this young lady's bower For high is the castle and guarded the tower But the mind knows the way where the heart holds the will And Eileen is gone with young Ned of the hill