Thus we pass day and night, In each scene of delight, Live happy, contented, and free; As old Time glides along, Pleasure sweetens the song, All under the Greenwood Tree.
Let the rich and the great, Live in splendour and state, Nor pride nor ambition have we; From trouble, care, and strife, We live a rural life, All under the Greenwood Tree.
Thus we gaily sing, While time is on the wing, Who's so happy, so happy as we? The nut-brown ale we quaff, And revel, sing, and laugh, All under the Greenwood Tree.
