Wife of Usherâs Well
Traditional
There was a woman and she lived alone
And babies, she had three
She sent them away to the North Countrie
To learn their grammarie
They d not been gone but a very short time
Scarcely six weeks to the day
When death, cold death, spread through the land
And swept them babes away
She prayed to the Lord in Heaven above
Wearing a starry crown:
Oh send to me my three little babes
Tonight or in the morning soon
It was very close to Christmas time
The night was long and cold
And the very next morning, at the break of day
Them babies come a-running home
She set the table for them to eat
Upon it spread both bread and wine:
Come eat, come drink, my three little babes
Come eat, come drink of mine
Oh mother, we cannot eat your bread
Neither can we drink your wine
For the morrow morning at the break of day
Our Saviour we must rejoin
She made the bed in the back-a-most room
Upon it laid a golden sheet
Upon the top a golden spread
For to help them babes asleep
Rise up, rise up â said the eldest one
Rise up, rise up â said he
For tomorrow morn, at the break of day
Our Saviour must we see
Cold clods of clay roll o er our heads
Green grass grows on our feet
And our sweet tears, my mother dear
Will wet our winding sheet
