Two pretty boys were going to the school
And one evening coming home
Said Willie to John, can you throw a stone
Or can you play at a ball, a ball
Or can you play at ball?
Said John to Willie, I can't throw a stone
Nor little can I play at ball
But if you will come down to John
Mary Greenwood
I'll try you a wrestle and fall fall
I'll try you a slum for when I got down to young Mary
Greenwood beneath the spreading moon
a dirk fell out of William's pooch which gave John is deadly wound,
wound,
which gave John his deadly wound.
You can take off your white holland shirt,
and tear it gore by gore,
and you will bind my bloody wounds,
and they will blood no more, no more,
and they will blood no more.
He's ta 'en off his little Holland shirt,
and he's tore it gore by gore,
and he did bind and his bloody wounds,
but they bled ten times more, more,
but they bled ten times more. home.
What will I tell to your father, dear,
this night as I go home?
Tell him I'm away to a London school
an d the good books I'll
bring home home
and the good books I'll bring home.
What will I tell to your sweetheart dear
this night as I go home?
Tell her I'm away to a London school,
and the good scholar I'll
come home, home,
an d the good scholar
I'll come home.
What will I tell to your stepmother,
dear,
this night as I go home?
Tell her I am dead
and in my grave laid
For she's prayed I might ne 'er come home,
home
She's prayed I might
ne 'er come home you