Chorus: Why should we be all the day toiling?
Lads and lasses along with me!
Done with drudgery, dust, and moiling,
Come along to the greenwood tree.
He: The cows are milked, the teams are a-stable,
Work is over with set of sun.
Ye farmer lads, all lusty and able,
Ere the moon rises begins our fun.
Chorus: Why should we, etc.
Julian came to the porch to Elizabeth.