| Song | Bill Norrie |
| Artist | Martin Carthy |
| Album | Essential |
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| Young Bill Norrie's a fine lad and he lives like the wind, | |
| Eyes shine like the silver or gold in morning sun. | |
| “Oh friend John, and dear John, and do you see what I see? | |
| Yonder stand the first woman that ever loved me.” | |
| ”And here's a glove, a glove John, it's lined with the silver grey, | |
| Give it to her and tell her to come to her young Billy.” | |
| “And here is a ring, a ring John, it's all gold but the stone, | |
| Give it to her and tell her to ask for leave of none.” | |
| “Oh friend Billy, dear Billy, you know my love for thee, | |
| I'll not go to nobody to steal their wife away.” | |
| “Oh Friend John, dear John, swim not against the tide, | |
| Be with me in the stream John for I will be obeyed.” | |
| John ran down to the high house and he rang low at the door, | |
| Who was there but this woman to let young Johnny in. | |
| “Here is a glove, a glove lady, lined with silver grey, | |
| Bids you come to greenwood to meet your young Billy.” | |
| “And here is a ring, a ring lady, all gold but the stone, | |
| Bids you come to greenwood and ask for leave of none.” | |
| Husband stood in the shadow and an angry man was he, | |
| “I never thought the man lived my love loved more than me.” | |
| So he's gone down to her room and he dressed in her array | |
| Like some woman he's gone down to find this young Billy.” | |
| Young Billy sat in the greenwood and he whistled and he sang, | |
| Yonder come the woman that I have loved so long.” | |
| Billy ran down and down there to meet her where she came, | |
| Oh the sight that he saw his heart grew still as stone. | |
| Billy ran down and down there to help her from the horse, | |
| “Oh and oh,” he cries out, “Woman was never so gross.” | |
| Husband he had a long knife, it hung down his knee, | |
| He took the head of young Billy and off his fair body. | |
| And he's run home and home there and down into his hall, | |
| Tossed Billy's head to her, crying, “Lady catch the ball.” | |
| And she's taken up the head there, she kissed it cheek and chin, | |
| “I love better this head than all my kith and kin.” | |
| And she's taken up the head there, she hugged it to her womb, | |
| “Once I was full of this boy as the plum is of the stone. | |
| And when I was in my dad's house and my virginity, | |
| A young man come to my room and we got young Billy. | |
| And I've loved him in my room in secrecy and shame, | |
| I loved him in the greenwood all out in wind and rain. | |
| And I will kiss his sweet head and I will kiss his chin, | |
| I will vow and stay true and I'll ne'er kiss man again.” | |
| And up and spoke the husband and a sad sad man was he, | |
| “If I had known he was your son he would not be killed by me, | |
| If I had known he was your son he would not've been killed by me.” |
| Young Bill Norrie' s a fine lad and he lives like the wind, | |
| Eyes shine like the silver or gold in morning sun. | |
| " Oh friend John, and dear John, and do you see what I see? | |
| Yonder stand the first woman that ever loved me." | |
| " And here' s a glove, a glove John, it' s lined with the silver grey, | |
| Give it to her and tell her to come to her young Billy." | |
| " And here is a ring, a ring John, it' s all gold but the stone, | |
| Give it to her and tell her to ask for leave of none." | |
| " Oh friend Billy, dear Billy, you know my love for thee, | |
| I' ll not go to nobody to steal their wife away." | |
| " Oh Friend John, dear John, swim not against the tide, | |
| Be with me in the stream John for I will be obeyed." | |
| John ran down to the high house and he rang low at the door, | |
| Who was there but this woman to let young Johnny in. | |
| " Here is a glove, a glove lady, lined with silver grey, | |
| Bids you come to greenwood to meet your young Billy." | |
| " And here is a ring, a ring lady, all gold but the stone, | |
| Bids you come to greenwood and ask for leave of none." | |
| Husband stood in the shadow and an angry man was he, | |
| " I never thought the man lived my love loved more than me." | |
| So he' s gone down to her room and he dressed in her array | |
| Like some woman he' s gone down to find this young Billy." | |
| Young Billy sat in the greenwood and he whistled and he sang, | |
| Yonder come the woman that I have loved so long." | |
| Billy ran down and down there to meet her where she came, | |
| Oh the sight that he saw his heart grew still as stone. | |
| Billy ran down and down there to help her from the horse, | |
| " Oh and oh," he cries out, " Woman was never so gross." | |
| Husband he had a long knife, it hung down his knee, | |
| He took the head of young Billy and off his fair body. | |
| And he' s run home and home there and down into his hall, | |
| Tossed Billy' s head to her, crying, " Lady catch the ball." | |
| And she' s taken up the head there, she kissed it cheek and chin, | |
| " I love better this head than all my kith and kin." | |
| And she' s taken up the head there, she hugged it to her womb, | |
| " Once I was full of this boy as the plum is of the stone. | |
| And when I was in my dad' s house and my virginity, | |
| A young man come to my room and we got young Billy. | |
| And I' ve loved him in my room in secrecy and shame, | |
| I loved him in the greenwood all out in wind and rain. | |
| And I will kiss his sweet head and I will kiss his chin, | |
| I will vow and stay true and I' ll ne' er kiss man again." | |
| And up and spoke the husband and a sad sad man was he, | |
| " If I had known he was your son he would not be killed by me, | |
| If I had known he was your son he would not' ve been killed by me." |
| Young Bill Norrie' s a fine lad and he lives like the wind, | |
| Eyes shine like the silver or gold in morning sun. | |
| " Oh friend John, and dear John, and do you see what I see? | |
| Yonder stand the first woman that ever loved me." | |
| " And here' s a glove, a glove John, it' s lined with the silver grey, | |
| Give it to her and tell her to come to her young Billy." | |
| " And here is a ring, a ring John, it' s all gold but the stone, | |
| Give it to her and tell her to ask for leave of none." | |
| " Oh friend Billy, dear Billy, you know my love for thee, | |
| I' ll not go to nobody to steal their wife away." | |
| " Oh Friend John, dear John, swim not against the tide, | |
| Be with me in the stream John for I will be obeyed." | |
| John ran down to the high house and he rang low at the door, | |
| Who was there but this woman to let young Johnny in. | |
| " Here is a glove, a glove lady, lined with silver grey, | |
| Bids you come to greenwood to meet your young Billy." | |
| " And here is a ring, a ring lady, all gold but the stone, | |
| Bids you come to greenwood and ask for leave of none." | |
| Husband stood in the shadow and an angry man was he, | |
| " I never thought the man lived my love loved more than me." | |
| So he' s gone down to her room and he dressed in her array | |
| Like some woman he' s gone down to find this young Billy." | |
| Young Billy sat in the greenwood and he whistled and he sang, | |
| Yonder come the woman that I have loved so long." | |
| Billy ran down and down there to meet her where she came, | |
| Oh the sight that he saw his heart grew still as stone. | |
| Billy ran down and down there to help her from the horse, | |
| " Oh and oh," he cries out, " Woman was never so gross." | |
| Husband he had a long knife, it hung down his knee, | |
| He took the head of young Billy and off his fair body. | |
| And he' s run home and home there and down into his hall, | |
| Tossed Billy' s head to her, crying, " Lady catch the ball." | |
| And she' s taken up the head there, she kissed it cheek and chin, | |
| " I love better this head than all my kith and kin." | |
| And she' s taken up the head there, she hugged it to her womb, | |
| " Once I was full of this boy as the plum is of the stone. | |
| And when I was in my dad' s house and my virginity, | |
| A young man come to my room and we got young Billy. | |
| And I' ve loved him in my room in secrecy and shame, | |
| I loved him in the greenwood all out in wind and rain. | |
| And I will kiss his sweet head and I will kiss his chin, | |
| I will vow and stay true and I' ll ne' er kiss man again." | |
| And up and spoke the husband and a sad sad man was he, | |
| " If I had known he was your son he would not be killed by me, | |
| If I had known he was your son he would not' ve been killed by me." |