Greenwood Side - Bellowhead

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 had two pretty babies born

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 penknife sharp and keen

Down by the greenwood side

And she didn’t care how much it hurt

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 sludge

Low down in the valley

And the more she wiped it the more blood showed

Down by the greenwood side

As she was walking in her father’s hall

Where the long grass grows by an old stone wall

She spied two pretty babes playing at ball

Down by the greenwood side

Oh, pretty babies if you were mine

Low down in the valley

I’d dress you up in silks so fine

Down by the greenwood side, the greenwood side

Dear mother, dear mother, when we were thine

Low down in the valley

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

While you must burn in the fires of Hell

Down by the greenwood side

(Down by the greewood, by the greenwood)

(By, by the greenwood, by the greenwood)

Down by the greenwood side

(Down by the greewood, by the greenwood

(By, by the greenwood, by the greenwood)

(Down by the greewood, by the greenwood

(By, by the greenwood, by the greenwood)

(Down by the greewood, by the greenwood)

(By, by the greenwood, by the greenwood)

(Down by the greewood, by the greenwood)