IN Summer time, when flowers do spring, And birds sit on each tree, Let lords and knights say what they will, There's none so merry as we. There's Will and Moll, with Harry and Doll, And Tom and bonny Bettee: O! how they do whisk it, caper, and frisk it, Under the greenwood tree. Our music is a little pipe That can so sweetly play, We hire old Hal from Whitsuntide Till latter Lammas Day; In summer morns and holidays, At even, too, comes he And then we do skip it, caper, and trip it, Under the greenwood tree. 'Come play us Adam and Eve,' says Dick; 'What's that?' says little Pipe; 'The beginning of the World', quoth Dick; 'For we are dancing ripe.' 'Is't that you call? than have at all!' He played with merry glee; O then did we skip it, caper, and trip it, Under the greenwood tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |