As I was a walking one morning in Spring
For to hear the birds whistle and the nightingales sing
I saw a young damsel, so sweetly sang she
Down by the Green Bushes he thinks to meet me

I stepped up to her and thus I did say:
Why wait you my fair one, so long by the way?
My true Love, my true Love, so sweetly sang she
Down by the Green Bushes he thinks to meet me

I'll buy you fine beavers and a fine silken gown
I will buy you fine petticoats with the flounce to the ground
If you will prove loyal and constant to me
And forsake your own true Love, I'll be married to thee

I want none of your petticoats and your fine silken shows
I never was so poor as to marry for clothes
But if you will prove loyal and constant to me
I'll forsake my own true Love and get married to thee

Come let us be going, kind sir, if you please
Come let us be going from beneath the green trees
For my true Love is coming down yonder I see
Down by the Green Bushes, where he thinks to meet me

And when he came there and he found she was gone
He stood like some lambkin, forever undone
She has gone with some other, and forsaken me
So adieu to Green Bushes forever, cried he