Robbed of his inheritance
Of justice there was none
Became a rebel leader
Into exile he was gone
No stately home,or silken bed
Only in a woodland bower
Fair Marian to wed
North of London,south from Leeds
Oak woods still echo Robin’s deeds
Tyrant’s enemy,people’s friend
Throughout the world,fame without end
In castles pent behind stone walls
Normans trembled at hunting calls
Greenwood men don’t bow the knee
Heroes all in the forest free
An icon bold,daring and witty
Most famous son of this fair city