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XXXVIII. MAID MARIAN'S SONG.
Hie away to Sherwood forest
Where the leaves are fresh and green!
Where my lover, jolly Robin,
Full a month and more has been.
Where the leaves are fresh and green!
Where my lover, jolly Robin,
Full a month and more has been.
With my bow upon my shoulder
And my arrows in my hand,
Such a merry little outlaw
Never roamed this happy land.
And my arrows in my hand,
Such a merry little outlaw
Never roamed this happy land.
Both the red deer and the fallow
Chasing all the summer's day,
I make hill and dale and dingle,
Echo loud my merry lay.
Chasing all the summer's day,
I make hill and dale and dingle,
Echo loud my merry lay.
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And what care I for the peril?
Sound my bugle! and see then
How they'll bown them to defend me,
Full two hundred merry men!
Sound my bugle! and see then
How they'll bown them to defend me,
Full two hundred merry men!
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