greenwood🔊

Under the greene wood tree, / Who loves to lye with mee, / And turne his merrie Note, / Unto the sweet Birds throte: / Come hither, come hither, come hither: / Heere shall he see no enemie, / But Winter and rough Weather.

We who walk the greenwood do many a wild deed, and the Lady Rowena’s deliverance may be received as an atonement.

In severe winters, when pressed by hunger, they [the inhabitants of Tierra del Fuego] sacrifice the oldest women of their party—holding the head of the sufferer over a fire made of greenwood, to produce suffocation.