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Robin Hood



All through the night, I have run for my life,

May I rest for a while in your barn?

Out in the street hear the running of feet,

'Tis the soldiers of wicked Prince John.



I’d like to help but my wife isn’t well, and

The sheriff might call any time, come back

In a week and perhaps then we’ll see, what

To do about saving your life.



Out of the trees I emerge and relieve,

All the rich men of money and gold,

Deep in my heart I know I must impart,

To the needy, the hungry, the old.



You’re neck’s in a noose if you steal my

Wife’s jewels,’ said the rich man deprived

Of his purse, ‘people in need, hungry

Children to feed,’ he went further, and

Claimed them a curse.



Then comes the time for the gold to divide,

You should see how the people they change,

Doors open wide they salute me with pride,

I'm their saviour, their hero, their saint.



In a time of dire need, Robin Hood came to

Me, begging only a rest for his head,

Forsooth and gadzooks, I failed branch

And root, turned my back locked the door,

Went to bed.



Well, it's not much good being Robin Hood,

Fair-weather friends, I’ve got plenty,

It's not much good being Robin Hood,

Deserving souls, one in twenty…



© Joseph G Dawson



 



 




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