Under the greenwood tree
who loves to lie with me
and turn his merry note
unto the sweet birds throat
come hither,come hither,come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather
who doth ambition shun
and loves to live i'the sun
seeking the food he eats
and pleased with what he gets
come hither,come hither,come hither
Here shall be see
no enemy
But winter and rough weather
