Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
The very best lodging I can afford
Will be far better for thee
I can't get down, and I won't get down,
and stay all night with thee.
For the girl I have in that merry green land,
I love far better than thee.
She leaned her step against the fence,
With a little penknife held in her hand,
she plugged it through and through.
Come all you ladies in the town,
With a diamond ring held on my hand,
Some take Him by His lily -white hand,
Some take Him by His feet.
We'll throw Him in this deep, well,
More than one hundred feet.
Lie there, lie there, loving Henry Lee,
Till the flesh drops from your bones.
The girl you have in that merry green land
Still waits for your return
fly down, you little bird
Handle light on my right knee
Your capes will be of purest gold,
I can fly down and I won't fly down
and lie on your right knee.
A girl would murder her own true love,
would kill it hurt like me.
I'd pierce a dart so nigh your heart,
Your warble would be in vain
If you had your bandit bow,
your arrow, and your string
I'd fly away to that merry green land
And tell what I have seen you
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