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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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