"What troubles you, my darling girl, or what caused you to roam?
Are your mother and father dead, or have you got no home?'
"My parents they are both alive and plainly to be seen,
But I have lost my own true love, called Johnny of Hazelgreen."

"What kind of man is your Hazelgreen? He is one I do not know.
But he must be a fine young man for you to love him so."
"Oh, his arms are long and his shoulders strong, he is comely to be seen,
And his hair is rolled in chains of gold; he's my Johnny of Hazelgreen."

"Dry up your tears, my darling girl and come away with me.
I'll have you wed to my own brave son, I never had one but he.
And you could be the bride," I said, "of any lord or king."
"I would rather be the bride," says she, "to Johnny of Hazelgreen."

So she's got on her milk-white steed, and I've got on my bay,
And we've rode along through the moonlit night and part of the next day.
And when we got up to the gate, the bells began to ring,
And who stepped out but that brave young lad called Johnny of Hazelgreen.

You are welcome home, dear father," he said, "you are welcome home to me,
For you have brought my own true love i thought I would nevermore see."
And the smile upon her gentle face was sweet as grass is green.
I hope she enjoys her married life with Johnny of Hazelgreen.