The Fair Maid of Islington / Under the Greenwood Tree

There was a fair maid of Islington
As I've heard many tell
And she was going to London town
A pail of apples to sell

As she was going along the road
A vintner did her espy
"What shall I give, fair maid," says he
"One night with you to lie?"
"Oh, what shall I give, fair maid," says he
"One night with you to lie?"

"If you would lay with me one night
You must give to me five pounds"
"A match, a match," the vintner said
"So let this go round"

When he had lain with her all night
Her money she did crave
"No, oh no," the vintner says
"The Devil a penny you'll have"
"Oh no, oh no," the vintner says
"The Devil a penny you'll have"

This maid she made no more ado
But to the justice went
"This vintner hired a cellar of me
And he will not pay the rent"

So straight the justice for him sent
And asked him the reason why
That he would pay the maid no rent
To which he did reply

"Although I hired a cellar of her
And the possession was mine
I never put anything into it
But one small pint of wine"

This maid she being ripe of wit
She straight replied again
"There lay two butts at the cellar door
Why didn't you roll them in?"
"There lay two butts at the cellar door
Why didn't you roll them in?"

The justice told the vintner plain
If he had ten and three
He must expect to pay the rent
He could not sit rent-free

And when the maid her money got
She put it all in a purse
And clapped her hand on the cellar door
And said it was none the worse
She clapped her hand on the cellar door
And said it was none the worse