Fine Flowers in the Valley She sat down below a thorn Fine flowers in the valley And there she has her sweet babe borne And the green leaves they grow rarely. Smile nae sae sweet, my bonnie babe Fine flowers in the valley An' ye smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me dead And the green leaves they grow rarely. She's ta'en out her little penknife Fine flowers in the valley And twinned the sweet babe o' its life And the green leaves they grow rarely. She howket a grave by the light o' the moon Fine flowers in the valley And there she's buried her sweet babe in And the green leaves they grow rarely. As she was going to the Church Fine flowers in the valley She saw a sweet babe in the porch And the green leaves they grow rarely. O sweet babe, an' thou wert mine Fine flowers in the valley I wad cleed thee in silk so fine And the green leaves they grow rarely. O mother dear, when I was thine Fine flowers in the valley You did na prove to me sae kind And the green leaves they grow rarely.