If you are declared “WANTED”,
And you soon may meet the rack,
If the hangman, nothing daunted,
Soaps a rope for your neck -

Hurry off to Sherwood Forest,
There’s a shelter, safe and strong, -
If they sold you in chorus
With your entrails for a song!

Yeomen, running from oppression,
Who despise all risks and threats,
Poor servants whose possessions
Are but just enormous debts,

All the vagabonds and wretches
Run and hide inside this wood,
Where the master’s a courageous
Good old fellow - Robin Hood!

They will trust you with no vow,
Though brawls occur, of course,
And they never throw out
Outcasts and outlaws.

Even knights would join them here
In this wood of pine and oak.
Those above reproach and fear,
As a rule, are always broke.

Deer trails these people know
Like the lines of their palms.
They are archers here, although
In the past were slaves and bums.

Serfs and losers by these archers
Will be saved and understood.
No one is free as much as
Good old fellow - Robin Hood!

They don’t care for the sheriff
With his law a bloody damn,
And for nothing they would care if
The forest covers them!

Starry heavens are their blanket,
Under head - a mossy mound...
Don’t complain of cold - but thank it
That you’re, buddy, safe and sound!

Feeling homesick and low?
Cheer up, man, it’s all right!
You had better fit your bow -
Must be perfect in a fight!

These free archers have no peers,
No shooters are as good...
Where will these guys appear
With this fellow - Robin Hood?