In Sherwood lived stout Robin Hood,

An archer great, none greater,

His bow and shafts were sure and good,

Yet Cupid’s were much better.

Robin could shoot at many a hart and miss;

Cupid at first could hit a heart of his.

Hey! jolly Robin, Ho! jolly Rogin,

Hey! jolly Robin Hood!

Love finds out me

As well as thee

To follow me to the green wood.

 A noble thief was Robin Hood,

Wise was he could deceive him;

Yet Marian in his bravest mood

Could of his heart bereave him.

No greater thief lies hidden under skies

Than Beauty closely lodged in women’s eyes.

An outlaw was this Robin Hood,

His life free and unruly;

Yet to fair Marian bound he stood,

And love’s debt paid  her duly.

Whom curb of strictest law could not hold in,

Love with obeyedness and a wink could win.

Now wend we home, stout Robin Hood,

Leave we the woods behing us.

Love passions must not be with-stood,

Love ev’ry-where will find us.

I lived in field and town and so did he :

I got me to the woods; Love followed me.