The Well Below the Valley

A play with new and traditional music in Appalachian mountain style. In the 1820's in the North Carolina mountains, a mysterious traveler forces Maggie Delaney to consider the futures she has destroyed so as to turn her away from the past that has entrapped her, and to offer her solace in a new beginning. Book, music, lyrics, and adaptations by Alan Riley Jones (unfinished).

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1 :37 The Well Below the Valley
2 1:26 Some Say I'm a Preacher
3 3:08 Bring It On Home
4 :08 The Knothole Song
5 2:29 My Dear Darlin'
(Sung by ARJ)
6 1:36 Box Social Waltz
9 3:54 River, Sweet River
(Sung by ARJ)

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The Well Below the Valley
from The Well Below the Valley
Traditional Irish ballad, adapted by ARJ
Copyright © Alan Riley Jones, all rights reserved.

A gentleman was passing by,
He asked a drink as he was dry,
At the well below the valley,o.

Refrain
Green grows the lily, o,
Right among the bushes, o.

She said, "My cup it overflows,
If I stoop down, I might fall in
At the well below the valley, o."

(Refrain)

"If your true love was passing by,
You'd fill him a drink if he got dry
At the well below the valley, o."

She swore by grass, she swore by corn,
That her true love was never born
At the well below the valley, o.

He said, "Fair maid you're swearing wrong,
For three fine children you've had born
At the well below the valley, o."

(Refrain)

"If you're a man of noble fame,
You'll tell me who's the father of them
At the well below the valley, o."

"There's one of them by your uncle Dan,
Another by your brother John
Another by your father dear
At the well below the valley, o,
At the well below the valley, o."

"Well if you're a man of noble fame,
You'll tell me what's become of them
At the well below the valley, o."

"You've buried your babies by the well,
So none can see and none can tell,
They're dead and buried by the well,
At the well below the valley, o,
At the well below the valley, o."

(Refrain)

"Well if you're a man of noble fame,
You'll tell me what's to become of myself
At the well below the valley, o."

"You'll be seven years a-portin' in hell,
And seven years a-ringin' a bell
At the well below the valley, o."

"I'll be seven years a-ringing a bell,
But the Lord Himself may save my soul
from portin' in hell
At the well below the valley, o."

(Refrain)



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