 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.