Under the Greenwood Tree

Under the greenwood tree, who loves to lie with me

And tune his merry note, unto the sweet bird's throat

Come hither, come hither, come hither

Here shall we see no enemy

But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather



Under the greenwood tree, who loves to lie with me

And tune his merry note, unto the bird's sweet throat

Come hither, come hither, come hither

Here shall we see no enemy

But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather



Who doth ambition shun, and loves to lie in the sun

Seeking the food he eats, and pleased with what he gets

Come hither, come hither, come hither

Here shall we see no enemy

But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather



Where wood and waters meet, by the hoarry willow's seat

My love behoves him sweet, with dancers at his feet

Come hither, come hither, come hither

Here shall we see no enemy

But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather