The National Song Book - Online Music Book

250 Folk-songs, Carols, And Rounds with sheet music and lyrics

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	2. My lord's son must not be forgot, So full of merry jest, He laughs to see the girls, I wot, And jumps it with the rest: No time is spent with more content In camp or court or city, So long as we skip it, frisk and trip it, Under the greenwood tree. In summer time, &c.	3- Our music is a little pipe That can so sweetly play, We hire old Hal from Whitsuntide Till latter Lammas day: On high days and on holy days After ev'ning pray'r comes he, And then we do skip it, caper and trip it, Under the greenwood tree. In summer time, &c.
	4- We oft go to Sir William's ground,— And a rich old cub is he, And there we dance around, around, But never a penny we see : When the day is spent, with one consent, Again we all agree To caper and skip it, trample and trip it, Under the greenwood tree. In summer time, &c.
	H 4868.