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 skyAll in the skyDown by the greenwood sideLow down in the valleyThe more she wiped itThe more blood shoneDown by the greenwood sideShe was walking in the farmer's hallWhere the long grass growsBy an old treeStunned wrongShe spied two pretty babesPlummet downDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideOh, pretty babiesIf you were mineLow down in the valleysI'd dress you upIn silk so fineOh, pretty babiesDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDidn't love her, didn't love herWhen we were out of lineLow down in the valleysOh, 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 sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideDown by the Greenwood sideFor the way we look, the way we lookIn the Sun by the Greenwood sideI can't get out, I can't get outI can't get out, I can't get out