When they come for that defiant
and unruly head of yours
To make your neck on the gallows
even thinner than it was.

There’s no safer place of refuge
than the forest out of sight!
If you’d sell a friend for sixpence
it would never serve you right!

All you paupers and you bums
with no contentment, just regrets
You scrimpers and you savers,
who have nothing but your debts.

If you find yourself in trouble,
seek your freedom in the wood,
In the country of the noble
King of Rebels, ROBIN HOOD!

We’re easy with each other,
playing cards and telling jokes.
All are treated just like brothers,
even crazy, messed up blokes.

Sometimes yeomen fleeing bailiffs
come to live here in the trees:
We may lack their goods and chattels
but we're doing as we please!

On the hunt for deer and merchants
who may brave the forest track.
Once we were working for the man
but now we’re free, we won't go back.

All who’ve lost all of our fortune,
given shelter, given food -
In the forest glade we court
our King of Rebels, ROBIN HOOD!

So we live without a care,
in disregard of sheriff’s laws.
And we’re happy from our lair
to fight for freedom’s noble cause.

We’re sleeping barely covered,
underneath the rustling trees.
By the cold we are not bothered,
glad to be alive and free!

Still at times we miss our families;
then a wistful mood prevails,
But we just tighter grip our weapons
so in battle we won’t fail

For tomorrow we will march,
a mighty freemen’s brotherhood -
At our head, the king of archers,
King of Rebels, ROBIN HOOD!