Under The Greenwood Tree Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

Under the greenwood tree 

Who loves to lie with me? 

And tune his merry note 

Unto the sweet bird's 

Come hither, come hither, come hither 

Here shall he see no enemy 

But winter and rough weather 

Who doth ambition shun 

And love to live in the sun? 

Seeking the food he eats 

And pleased with what he gets 

Come hither, come hither, come hither 

Here shall he see no enemy 

But winter and rough weather 

And if it do come to pass 

That any man turn ass 

Leaving his wealth and ease 

A stubborn will to please 

Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame 

There shall he see gross fools as he 

And if will come to me