W. S. Fenollosa - Under the greenwood tree - текст песни (слова)

1. 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 come. 
 Here shall he see no enemy, but winter and rough weather; 
 Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me, 
 and tune his merry note unto the sweet bird's throat, 
 Oh come hither come, hither come, hither come; 
 Who loves to lie with me, come hither me, 
 Come hither come, hither come, Oh come! 
 
 2. Who doth ambition shun, and loves to lie with me,
 and seek the food he eats, well pleased with that he gets,
 Come hither come, hither come, hither come. 
 Here shall he see no enemy, but winter and rough weather; 
 Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me, 
 and tune his merry note unto the sweet bird's throat, 
 Oh come hither come, hither come, hither come; 
 Who loves to lie with me, come hither me, 
 Come hither come, hither come, Oh come!