One summer morn, as I was seeking
My ponies in their green retreat,
I heard a lady sing a ditty
To me which sounded strangely sweet.

I am the ladye, I am the ladye,
I am the ladye loving the knight;
I in the green wood ’neath the green branches
In the night season sleep with the knight.

Since yonder summer morn of beauty
I’ve seen many a gloomy year;
But in my mind still lives the ditty
That in the green wood met my ear.

I am the ladye, I am the ladye,
I am the ladye loving the knight;
I in the green wood ’neath the green branches
In the night season sleep with the knight.