Greenwood Laddie from Henry Martin by Edgelarks: Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin

If you had seen my dearest, and his eyes they shine the clearest
His cheeks like the red blood that's new dropped in snow
He is neat, tall and slender, and his hands soft and tender
He'll be my greenwood laddie wherever he go

My parents, my darling, they slight you with scorn
Because you have no riches wrapped up in store
But the more that they slight you, the more I'll invite you
To be my greenwood laddie, till time is no more

For if I had the wealth of the East or West Indies
Or if I had the gold of the African shore
Or if I could gain thousands, I'd lie on your bosom
You'd be my greenwood laddie whom I'll always adore

It's down yonder bower I've spent many the long hour
A-pulling the flowers by yon clear winding shore
It was his stolen kisses caused my fondest wishes
He'll be my greenwood laddie, and the boy I adore

• Ballads
• Folk
• Greenwood Laddie
• Peter Kennedy
• Trad.
• acoustic
• beatbox harmonica
• dobro
• fusion
• irish folk
• singer-songwriter
• traditional
• traditional folk song
• United Kingdom