Donovan Leitch - Under the Greenwood Tree lyrics

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