There was a lady, a lady of York Low down in the valley And she fell courting in her father's park Down by the greenwood side She leant her back up against a thorn Low down in the valley And there she had two pretty babies born Down by the greenwood side But she had nothing to wrap them in No silks of gold no gown of green But she had a penknife sharp and keen Down by the greenwood side And she didn't care how much it hurt Low down in the valley She stabbed them there right through the heart Down by the greenwood side She wiped her penknife all in the sludge Low down in the valley And the more she wiped it the more blood showed Down by the greenwood side As she was walking in her father's hall Where the long grass grows by an old stone wall She spied two pretty babies playing at ball Down by the greenwood side Oh pretty babies if you were mine Low down in the valley I'd dress you up in silks so fine Down by the greenwood side, the greenwood side Dear mother, dear mother, when we were thine Low down in the valley . Oh you didn't have time to dress us up fine Down by the greenwood side, the greenwood Side And now we two in heaven dwell Where the angels ring the redemption bell While you must burn in the fires of hell Down by the greenwood side