Classic Poem

1.

While riding down that greenwood road
There sat a lady who mourned,
And all of her lamentation was,
It was John of Hazelgreen.

2.

You are welcome with me, kind Miss,
You are welcome with me, said he,
And you may have my oldest son
A husband for to be.

3.

O I don't want your oldest son,
He's neither lord nor king.
I intend to be the bride of none
But John of the Hazelgreen.

4.

For he's tall and his shoulders broad,
He's the lord of all our kin,
His hair hangs down like the links of gold,
He's John of the Hazelgreen.

5.

While riding down that lengthy lane,
That lane that leads to town,
O up stepped John of the Hazelgreen
And holped his lady down.

6.

Forty times he kissed her ruby lips,
And forty times he kissed her chin,
And forty times he kissed her ruby lips
And let his lady in.