Part 2 — No 113 THE KEEPER

1 O there was a keeper, a shooting did go, And under his arm he did carry a bow, And that for to bring down the buck and the doe; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen. 2 The very first doe that he shot at he miss'd, The second escaped by the breadth of his fist. The third doe was young, so he caught her and kiss'd; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen. 3 "My fair pretty doe, you no longer shall roam, For certainly henceforth with me you shall come, To tarry securely in my little home; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen. 4 "Aside I will cast now my billets and bow, I'll tarry at home with my own pretty doe, As proud as a king of his sceptre, I trow; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen."