I've googled it and can't find any evidence to back the myth up...

Well, let me assure you that we here at The Society for the Abolishment of the Village Green have been trying to stamp out this Village Green nonsense for years. Our feeling is that they conceal the oft spoke of rotten heart of our debased motherland and represent an indulgent misuse of so-called common-land. So far we've managed to spirit away a fair few, stockpiling them in our lockup on an industrial estate in Middlesbrough - but space, as you might imagine, is at a premium. I fear in 2009 we'll have be selling them off, or else donating them to more deserving inner city communities by way of an essential redistribution of our heritage.

Each day you pass the village green
But seldom look my way
Each day I sit just in between
The words I want to say

My love I've viewed you from afar
I'd screw you if I could
Meet me tonight by the miller's stream
'Neath mossy willowood

(The Amazing Blondel)