Frae the flower o' a' his kin;
And he's bigged a bower i' the gude greenwood
Between his lady and him.
O it fell once upon a day,
Brown Adam he thought lang;
An' he would to the green-wood gang,
To hunt some venison.
He has ta'en his bow his arm o'er,
His bran' intill his han',
And he is to the gude green-wood