Let the girls run into the woods
and climb the tallest tree
For the ivy and the climbing vines
shall bring you to your knees
By roots they hold this hill together,
entwined it's soil of salt
and heather around a stone
Young Mary, she had children three,
white and black and green
One was good and one was bad
and one had rose and zina
Her younger she was sweet and good,
The second had a blackened heart,
The third she had no heart at all,
She swore one day she'd find a way
to steal one from her kin
Let the girls run into the woods
and climb the tallest tree
For the ivy and the climbing vines
shall bring you to your knees
By roots they hold this hill,
together entwined in soil and sod
A while between the gorsen's heather
and banter's dawn and dawn
Now Mary, she was pure and wise,
She knew she had to take a life
to stop a door who took away me
She took her to the farmer's land
and on the blackest night
Gave to her the final kiss
an d held her towards her tight
She tied her to the old oak tree
and left her there to die
But the old oak tree had opened up
and swallowed her whole life
Let the girls run into the woods
and climb the tallest tree
For the ivy and the climbing vines
shall bring you to your knees
I would say hold this hill together,
entwined in soil and soil
there's heather and banter,
Just for a while, all well and calm
had settled on their lives
But the eldest daughter, too,
had on her mother's doting thrive
She wished her sister dead,
and in an instant was compelled
So the two of them together
left into the woods to go
But when they did arrive,
the elders hung her with a rope
Let the girls run into the woods
and climb the tallest tree
For the ivy and the climbing vine
shall bring you to your knees
By roots they hold this hill together,
entwined in sword and sword
And while between the galls
and bound to stone and bone
from the tallest tree of solid oak
But before she could come down again,
the branch beneath him broke
And as both sisters fell,
quite dead and lifeless by the tree
It opened up and drew them in,
let the young girl through
She cut out half the blackened heart
and half the heart of white
Went back to her mother's home
and there lived out her life
Let the girls run into the woods
and climb the tallest tree
For the ivy and the climbing vines
shall bring you to your knees
My roots will hold this hill together
and wind its ornaments on
While the tweed, the gorse and heather
Let the girls run into the woods
and climb the tallest tree
For the ivy and the climbing vines
shall bring you to your knees
My roots, they hold this hill together,
inclined, it's o 'er and it's o 'er
While between the gulsh and tether
