Playing Of Ball Lyrics & Chords By Kate Rusby

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
In 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 heard the words
These lovers did say
And with his sharp rapier
He's pierced her love through
And the innocent love
Of her darling he drew.

I will go off
To some far country
Where I'll know no-one
And no-one knows me
And there I will wonder
In my long, silent rest
For 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.

For him (x4)