There was a lady, a lady of YorkLow down in the valleyAnd she fell courting in her father's parkDown by the greenwood sideShe leant her back up against a thornLow down in the valleyAnd there she hungOn the treeThere was two pretty banksOh, down by the greenwood sideBut she had nothingTo wrap them inNo silks of goldNo gown of greenBut she had a pair of knivesSharp and keenDown by the greenwood sideAnd she didn't careHow much it hurtNo pain in the heartLow down in the valleyShe stabbed them thereRight through the heartDown by the greenwood sideShe wiped her penknifeAll in the slimeAll in the slimeThe famousLow down in the valleyThe more she wiped itThe more he diedMore bloodDown by the greenwood sideThe more deepDown by the greenwood sideLow down in the valleyThe more she wiped itIn a farmer's homeWhere the long grass growsBy an old stone wallShe spied two pretty babesPlummeted downDown by the greenwood sideguitar soloOh, pretty babiesIf you were mineLow down in the valleyI'd dress you up in silk so fineDown by the greenwood sideThe greenwood sideDear mother, dear motherWhen we were at nightLow down in the valleyOh, you didn't have timeTo dress us up fineDown by the greenwood sideThe greenwood sideAnd now we two in heaven dwellWhere the angels ring the redemption bellWell, you must burn in the fires of hellDown by the greenwood sideThank goodnessDown by the greenwood sideDown by the greenwood sideDown by the greenwood sideDown by the greenwood sideSunDown by the greenwood sideDown by the greenwood sideDown by the greenwood sideОниsyОниsyBye.