there was a king lived in the west,ngreen the woods so early,nof all the harpers he was the best,nwhere the hart goes yearly.nnthe king he has a-hunting gone,ngreen the woods so early,nand left his lady all alone,nwhere the hart goes yearly.nnthe king of faerie with his dart,ngreen the woods so early,nhas pierced the lady to the heart,nwhere the hart goes yearly.nnso after them the king has gone,ngreen the woods so early,nuntil he came to a large grey stone,nwhere the hart goes yearly.nnand he took out his harp to play.nfirst he played the notes of pain,nand all their hearts were weary,nthen he played the faerie reel,nand all their hearts were cheery.nnthe king of faerie, with his rout,ngreen the woods so early,nhas gone to hunt him all about,nwhere the hart goes yearly.nn“come ye into the faerie hall,ngreen the woods so early,nand play your harp amongst us all,”nwhere the hart goes yearly.nnand he pulled out his harp to play.nfirst he played the notes of pain,nand all their hearts were weary,nthen he played the faerie reel,nand all their hearts were cheery.nn“oh what shall i give you for your play?”ngreen the woods so early,n“oh let me take my lady away.”nwhere the hart goes yearly.nnthe faerie king said “be it so,ngreen the woods so early,ntake her by the hand and go.”nwhere the hart goes yearly.nnand he took out his harp to play.nfirst he played the notes of pain,nand all their hearts were weary,nthen he played the faerie reel,nand all their hearts were cheery.