| Song | The Green Wood Laddie |
| Artist | Maighread Ní Dhomhnaill |
| Album | No Dowry |
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| Ye muses assist me, there is none can resist me | |
| Only that fair one whom I do adore | |
| And the more that they tease me, he's the young man who can please me | |
| He'll be my green wood laddie 'til time is no more | |
| If you'd seen my dearest whose eyes shine the clearest | |
| His cheeks like the red blood that's new dropped in snow | |
| He is neat, tall and handsome, and his hands, warm and tender | |
| He'll be my green wood laddie whom I'd always adore | |
| My parents, my darling, they slight you with scorn | |
| Because you have no riches wrapped up in store | |
| And the more that they slight you, the more I'll entice you | |
| To be my green wood laddie 'til time is no more | |
| And it's down in yonder bower I spent many's the long hours | |
| A-plucking wild flowers by yon clear winding shore | |
| It was his stolen kisses caused my fondest wishes | |
| He'll be my green wood laddie whom I'll always adore | |
| And 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 would lie in your bosom | |
| You'd be my green wood laddie whom I'd always adore | |
| Traditional; arranged by Maighread Ní Dhomhnaill |
| Ye muses assist me, there is none can resist me | |
| Only that fair one whom I do adore | |
| And the more that they tease me, he' s the young man who can please me | |
| He' ll be my green wood laddie ' til time is no more | |
| If you' d seen my dearest whose eyes shine the clearest | |
| His cheeks like the red blood that' s new dropped in snow | |
| He is neat, tall and handsome, and his hands, warm and tender | |
| He' ll be my green wood laddie whom I' d always adore | |
| My parents, my darling, they slight you with scorn | |
| Because you have no riches wrapped up in store | |
| And the more that they slight you, the more I' ll entice you | |
| To be my green wood laddie ' til time is no more | |
| And it' s down in yonder bower I spent many' s the long hours | |
| Aplucking wild flowers by yon clear winding shore | |
| It was his stolen kisses caused my fondest wishes | |
| He' ll be my green wood laddie whom I' ll always adore | |
| And 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 would lie in your bosom | |
| You' d be my green wood laddie whom I' d always adore | |
| Traditional arranged by Maighread Ni Dhomhnaill |
| Ye muses assist me, there is none can resist me | |
| Only that fair one whom I do adore | |
| And the more that they tease me, he' s the young man who can please me | |
| He' ll be my green wood laddie ' til time is no more | |
| If you' d seen my dearest whose eyes shine the clearest | |
| His cheeks like the red blood that' s new dropped in snow | |
| He is neat, tall and handsome, and his hands, warm and tender | |
| He' ll be my green wood laddie whom I' d always adore | |
| My parents, my darling, they slight you with scorn | |
| Because you have no riches wrapped up in store | |
| And the more that they slight you, the more I' ll entice you | |
| To be my green wood laddie ' til time is no more | |
| And it' s down in yonder bower I spent many' s the long hours | |
| Aplucking wild flowers by yon clear winding shore | |
| It was his stolen kisses caused my fondest wishes | |
| He' ll be my green wood laddie whom I' ll always adore | |
| And 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 would lie in your bosom | |
| You' d be my green wood laddie whom I' d always adore | |
| Traditional arranged by Maighread Ní Dhomhnaill |