Classic Poem

Hie away to Sherwood Forest
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.

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.

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!