The Weavers - The Keeper Lyrics
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The Keeper
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What Are The Lyrics For The Keeper By The Weavers?
The keeper did a hunting go
Under his cloak he carried a bow All for a shoot, a merry little doe Among the leaves so green, oh Jacky boy (Master) Sing me well (Very well) Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh To my head on down, to my whole on down Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh The first, oh, she did cross the plain The keeper fetched her back again Where she's now she may remain Among the leaves so green, oh Jacky boy (Master) Sing me well (Very well) Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh The next doe, she did cross the brook The keeper fetched her back with his hook Where she's now you may go and look Among the leaves so green, oh Jacky boy (Master) Sing me well (Very well) Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh To my head on down, to my whole on down Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh The keeper did a hunting go In the woods he caught the doe She looked so sad that he had to let her go Among the leaves so green, oh Jacky boy (Master) Sing me well (Very well) Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh To my head on down, to my whole on down Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh To my head on down, to my whole on down Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down Among the leaves so green, oh |
Who Wrote The Keeper By The Weavers?
Traditional, Fred Hellerman, Lee Hays, Ronnie Gilbert
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