oh where have you been to i've been to the green woods i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down
i had eels boiled in broth i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down
in my father's black ditch i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down
and what of your bloodhounds they swelled and then died i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down
i fear that you're poisoned i'm sick to the heart and fein would lie down
what do your leave to your brother i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down
what do you leave to your father i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down
what do you leave to your sweetheart i'll leave her just hanging