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.
