Robin Hood
Oh, the sheriff with threescore bowmen
Rode out of Nottingham Town
But Robin Hood left those bowmen
A-gasping on the ground
Oh, the sheriff, he dined with Robin Hood
And when he had paid the score
Back to Nottingham spurred but from what I had heard
He rode hind side to fore
So here's to the tale in the sheriff's hand
And here's to the bowl in thine
And when ye have drunk to Robin Hood
Pray, leave a penny in mine
In mine
Pray, leave a penny in mine