| lyric | 1. In summertime, when flow'rs to spring,
and birds sit on each tree,
let Lord and knights say what they will,
there’s none to merry as we:
There’s Tom will Nell who bears the bell,
and Willy with pretty Betty,
o how they skip it, under the greenwood tree,
2. Our music is a little pipe
that can so sweetly play,
we hire old hal from Whit suntide
till latter lammas day.
On high days and in holidays,
after ev’ning prayer comes he,
and then we do skip it,
capen and trip ist,
under the greenwood tree. |