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ROBIN HEAD
(Keith Christmas, as recorded by Fred Wedlock)

(This is sung in 'traditional mode, No accompaniement, and one finger in an

ear)...

'Twas in the forest of She-er-erwood, in the year 12 hundred and 10,
Lived a Pusher by the name of Robin Head, and His band of very merry men,
They lived on nuts and Berri-ees, and occasional spotted de--ee--er.
Doing the Macro-biotic thing, and dispensing oodles of cheer!

The sound of merry laugheter, echoed through the forest green
There was old Friar Tuck, with whom nothing rhymes, and Marion the Acid Queen
Said Little John, 'let's have some mead', said Robin 'Oh what's the point?,
I'm tired of doing this Venison thing, let's go and roll a joint!'

Just then there came upon the scene, a band of the Sherriff's men,
Saying 'ello, ello, ello, and what's all this here then?'
You'll have to come along with Us to the palace of the Ki-i-i-ing
And Robin said 'Oh Man don't be so uptight, I'm only doing my thing!

Then Robin was dragged before the throne of Nottingham's terrible king
Who said 'For years We've been after you, and now you'll bloody well swing!
But first before I sentence You, for the evils that you've do-o-o-one
Tell Me 'what's this 'weed' you grow in the woods? I think I must try some!

(Sloooooooow and rather warbly)

The minutes.... passed.. in si-i-lence, and the air grew somewhat thick!
The Sherriff said 'Ohh the colours Man!' and was promptly horribly sick!
An now Our story has to end, as happily as it bega-a-a-an..
For Robin Deals for the countryside, and the Sherriff does Notting Hammmmmmm!