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Who goes amid the green wood

With springtide all adorning her?

Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier?

Who passes in the sunlight

By ways that know the light footfall?

Who passes in the sweet sunlight With mien so virginal?

The ways of all the woodland

Gleam with a soft and golden fire— For whom does all the sunny woodland Carry so brave attire?

O, it is for my true love

The woods their rich apparel wear— O, it is for my own true love,

That is so young and fair.