Green, green, the grass by the river-bank

Green, green,

The grass by the river-bank.

Thick, thick,

The willow trees in the garden.

Sad, sad,

The lady in the tower.

White, white,

Sitting at the casement window.

Fair, fair,

Her red-powdered face.

Small, small,

She puts out her pale hand.

Once she was a dancing-house girl,

Now she is a wandering man's wife.

The wandering man went, but did not return.

It is hard alone to keep an empty bed.