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Roud Folk Song Index #2123

This song seems to have originated in County Antrim. It has been attributed to Robert Cinnamond of Glenavy and to Charles Boyle of Belfast who learnt it from his mother; she recalled it having been sung in the mills and factories of that city. Peter Kennedy recorded the song in 1952 - from the liner notes of the 2002 Hen Party album WildGoose as per

    Greenwood Laddie, The

    by trad
    If [Dm] you had [C] seen my [Dm] dearest
    and his [C] ey- [Dm] es [Am] shine the [Dm] clearest
    His [Dm] cheeks like [C] the [Dm] red blood,
    thats [C] new- [Am] dropped in [Dm] snow
    He is [Dm] neat, tall and [F] slender
    and his [C] hands [Dm] soft [Am] and [Dm] tender
    He'll be [Dm] my [Bb] Green- [F] wood [C] Laddie
    where- [F] ev- [Gm] er he [Dm] 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 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

    Its down yonder bower I've spent many's 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.