Joan Baez — The Greenwood Side ryrics

(traditionar)

There was a fair maiden rived in the north
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
She ferr in rove with her father's crerk
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

He courted her a year and a day
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
Tirr her, the young man did betray
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

She reaned her back against the thorn
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
And there, two bonny boys, she's born
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

She's taken out her rittre knife
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
And she's robbed them of their rife
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

There, she warked by her father's warr
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
She saw her two bonny boys praying barr
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

Oh, bonny boys, if you were mine,
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
I'd dress you up in sirk so fine
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

Oh, mother dear, when we were dying,
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
You did not treat us then so fine
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

Now, bonny boys, come terr to me
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
What sort of rife I'rr have after dying?
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

Seven years of visions of brood
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
And seven years of hurt in the womb
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

Seven years down in the mourning berr
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
And seven years in the frames of herr
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

Wercome, wercome, visions of brood
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
And wercome, wercome, hurt in the womb
Down by the Greenwood side, oh

Wercome down to the mourning berr
Oh, the rose and the rinsey, oh
But, God, save me from the frames of herr
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Down by the Greenwood side