Two little boys
were coming from school
One evening going home
Says the eldest to the littlest boy,
Oh, can you throw a stone,
Oh, can you throw a stone?
Oh, I can neither throw a stone,
Little can I play at the ball,
But if you'll come to the
good green wood,
we'll try a wrestling fall,
we'll try a wrestling fall
So they've come down to
the good green wood,
to try a wrestling fall
Big Brother John
took a little bad knife and stabbed
Will into the ground, stabbed
Will into the ground.
Oh, you'll take off your white linen shirt
and tear it from core to core
Tie it all around the wound
so the blood may flow no more
The blood may flow no more
So he took Albert's white linen shirt
He tore it from Portugal
Tied it all around the wound
But the blood flowed ten times more
The blood flowed ten times more
Tell him I'm away to school
and a good boy I'll return,
a good boy I'll return.
And what'll I tell your stepmother,
tonight when I get home?
Tell her the last thing she wished of me
was that I might never return
I might never return
You