Green grow the rushes oh
Green grow the rushes oh
Kiss her quick and let her go
Never mind the weather
If the wind don’t blow.
Or
I’ll sing you one oh
Green grow the rushes oh
The keeper would a-hunting go,
and under his cloak he carried a bow,
All for to shoot at a merry little doe,
among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy!
Master!
Sing ye well?
Very well!
Hey down,
ho down,
derry derry down,
among the leaves do green-o!
To my hey down down!
To my ho down down!
Hey down,
ho down,
derry derry down,
among the leaves do green-o!
The first doe he shot at he missed, the second one he trimmed, he kissed,
The third one went where nobody wist among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy! Master! .....
The fourth doe she did cross the brook, the keeper fetched her back with a hook,
Where she is now you may go and look, among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy! Master! .....
The fifth doe she did cross the plain, the keeper fetched her back again,
Where she is now she may remain, among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy! Master! .....