Jack? Jack o'the........ Green?

hasn't been seen.........

In the woodland where he

Dwellt;

Since in springtime,

Terpsichorean through the tulips,

A girl passed through the

Woodland where he

Lived:

For as she danced and sang in the springtime,

Light and bright and lithe in the springtime,

Poor Jack sank to the forest floor,

Hopeless, loved her more and more,

Watched her with an aching sadness,

For he couldn't show his gladness,

For he wasn't really there-

-Fore

As she went he wept

And all the listening woods were swept

With silent howls of anguish.

And so he pined,

Or withered, rather,

Dim receeding far and farther

Back into the mists of time,

Of legend and of nursery rhyme.

Now,

If you go down to the woods today,

You might see, if you pass that way,

Underneath a crown of leaves,

Jack's sleeping face that ever grieves.

Sing, and dance too, by all means,

But softly, for you're on his dreams.