There was a lady, a lady of York
Low down in the valley
And she fell courting in her father's park
Down by the greenwood side
She leant her back up against a thorn
Low down in the valley
And there she hung
On the tree

There was two pretty banks
Oh, down by the greenwood side
But she had nothing
To wrap them in
No silks of gold
No gown of green
But she had a pair of knives
Sharp and keen
Down by the greenwood side
And she didn't care
How much it hurt
No pain in the heart


Low down in the valley
She stabbed them there
Right through the heart
Down by the greenwood side
She wiped her penknife
All in the sky
All in the sky



Down by the greenwood side
Low down in the valley
The more she wiped it
The more blood shone
Down by the greenwood side
She was walking in the farmer's hall
Where the long grass grows
By an old tree

Stunned wrong
She spied two pretty babes
Plummet down
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Oh, pretty babies
If you were mine
Low down in the valleys
I'd dress you up
In silk so fine
Oh, pretty babies

Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Didn't love her, didn't love her
When we were out of line
Low down in the valleys
Oh, you didn't have time
To dress us up fine
Down by the Greenwood side
The Greenwood side
And now we two in heaven dwell
Where the angels ring the redemption bell
Well, you must burn in the fires of hell
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side
Down by the Greenwood side




For the way we look, the way we look
In the Sun by the Greenwood side
I can't get out, I can't get out
I can't get out, I can't get out