Did you see my dearest, With his eyes of the clearest, His cheeks like red blood That's new dropped on snow? For he was tall, dark and slender, His arms warm and tender, He'll be my greenwood laddie Where'er he may be.
It was down in those bowers where I spend many happy hours, A-plugging the flowers In his company. And it was his stolen kisses Gave me my heart's wishes, He'll be my greenwood laddie Till time is no more.