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"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me;
And where 't is shot mark thou that spot, For there my grave shall be
"Then Little John did make no sign, And not a word he spake;
But he smiled, altho' wi...

With coat of Lincoln green and mantle too,
And horn of ivory mouth, and buckle bright,
And arrows wing'd with peacock-feathers light,
And trusty bow well gather'd of the yew,--Stands Robin Hood: -- and near, with eyes of

Robin and his merry men Lived just like the birds;
They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, And whistles and songs as words
Up they were with the earliest sign Of the sun's up-looking eye;
But not an archer breakfasted Till he tw...

A
IN in the morning,
In the morning early,
Sang a song of warning,"There'll be rain, there'll be rain

Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home;
And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how, A sum for a noble tomb
The church-yard lies on a woody hill, But open to sun and air:
It seems as if the heave...

The trees in Sherwood forest are old and good,--The grass beneath them now is dimly green;
Are they deserted all
Is no young
With loose-slung bugle met within the wood:

Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree;
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large than he
They sent against him twenty men, Who joined him laughing-eyed;
They sent against him thirty more, And they remained bes...

I see you,
Maister Bawsy-brown,  Through yonder lattice creepin';
You come for cream and to gar me dream,  But you dinna find me sleepin'
The moonbeam, that upon the floor  Wi' crickets ben a-jinkin',

It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage
Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After the silver showers
The green leaves they looked greener still, And the thrush, renewing his tune,
Shook a loud note from his glad...

Robin the outlaw
Is there not a
Of freedom in the name
-- It tells the story Of clenched oaks, with branches bow'd and hoary,

Я — Робин Гусь, не робкий гусь

Да, я не трус — но я боюсь,
Что обо мне вы слышать не могли

Un monde à changer
От врат к вратам всё то же,
Но это вина не моя, а ваша.
Воля в твоих руках - это ноша,