 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 you own true Love, I'll be married to thee.I want none of your petticoats and your fine silken shows