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Get down, get down, young Henry Lee |
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And stay the night with me |
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The very best lodging that I can afford |
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Will be fare better'n thee |
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Well I can't get down, and I won't get down |
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And spend my night with thee |
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For the girl that I have in that merry green Land |
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I love far better than thee |
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She leaned herself against the fence |
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Just for a kiss or two |
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With a little penknife held in her hand |
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She plugged him through and through |
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\"Come all you ladies in this town |
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A secret for me keep |
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For this diamond ring held in my hand |
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I never will forsake\" |
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\"Some take him by his lilly white hands |
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Some take him by his feet |
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We'll throw him in this deep, deep well |
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More than 100 feet\" |
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Lie there, lie there, young Henry Lee |
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'Till the flesh drops from your bones |
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And the girl you have in that merry green land |
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Will wait for your return |
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Fly down, fly down, you little bird |
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And alight on my right knee |
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Your cage will be of purest gold |
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In deed, of ivory |
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Well I can't fly down and I won't fly down |
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And alight on your right knee |
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For the girl who would murder her own true love |
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Would kill a litttle bird like me |
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Oh if I had my bend and bow |
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My arrow and my string |
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I'd pierce a dart so near your heart |
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Your warble would be in vain |
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But if you had your bend and bow |
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Your arrow and your string |
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I'd fly away to that merry green land |
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And tell what I have seen |
