Video de John of Hazelgreen

As I were walking one fair May morning
All down by the greenwood side
And there I spied a pretty fair miss
And all alone she cried
"You're welcome home, my pretty fair miss
You're welcome home with me
And you may have my oldest son
A husband for to be."
"Oh, I don't want your oldest son
For he's neither lord nor king
I never intend to be the bride of none
John over the Hazelgreen."
As I were riding an ink black road
The road run near to the town
All up stepped John my Hazelgreen
And helped his lady down
His hair were long, his shoulder were broad
He was the flower of all his kin
His hair hang down like links of gold
John over the Hazelgreen
'Tis forty times he kissed her cheeks
And forty times her chin
And forty times her red and rosy lips
And led his lady in
"If ever I a vow break on you my love
Oh, heaven will forsake on me
And send me down to the torment place
Where I never returntity."