If they hunt for that rebellious
and unruly head of yours
To make your neck at the gallows
even thinner than it was.

You can find yourself a shelter
in the woods; you won’t regret!
It is definitely better
than the whip you always get!

All you paupers and you beggars,
born to live the life of rats
And the vagabonds and stragglers
who have nothing but their debts.

If you find yourself in trouble,
seek your freedom in the wood,
It’s the kingdom of the noble
King of Rebels, Robin Hood!

They’re happy with each other,
not afraid of edgy jokes.
They accept and treat with honor
all the crazy rough neck rogues.

Even knights sometimes are hiding
in the forest for a time
Those that aren’t law-abiding
never have a silver dime.

Looking out for deer and merchants
that may take the forest route.
They were slaves and they were servants,
but free archers they are now.

Those who’ve lost all of their fortune,
given shelter, given food.
On the forest path is walking
King of Rebels, Robin Hood!

So they live without a care
and against all sheriff’s laws.
And they’re happy in their lair,
with their arrows and their bows.

They’re sleeping barely covered,
underneath the rustling trees.
By the cold they aren’t bothered,
glad to be alive and free!

Yet at times they miss their homes,
then the wistful mood prevails,
And they tighter grip their bows
so in battle they won’t fail.

But tomorrow they will march -
a mighty freemen’s brotherhood.
At their helm - the king of archers,
King of Rebels, Robin Hood!

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