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Thread #15636   Message #3360633
Posted By: Joe Offer
07-Jun-12 - 05:04 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Robin Head the Pusher (Fred Wedlock)
Subject: ADD: Robin Head (Keith Christmas)
You'll find the song listed as "Robin Head" on Spotify - it's on Fred's 2011 2-CD set titled The Folker/Frollicks. Don's transcription is good, although I'd disagree with a word or two here and there. I don't hear the verses provided by Pete and Jonah, so I'd class them as "folk process additions."

-Joe-
This is what I hear, based on Don's transcription:

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

'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 laughter, 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', says Robin, 'Oh what's the point?,
I'm tired of doing that Venison thing, let's go and roll a joint!'

Just then there burst upon the scene, a band of the Sheriff'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
Says Robin, 'Oh Man don't be so uptight, I'm only doing my thing!'

So Robin bid them a sad farewell, and to Ma-ri-on gave a kiss,
And went, with certain substances, for further analysis,
And the news it spread both far and wide, and the townsfolk came to see-e-e-ee,
For the man who always gave big deals was of great pop-u-la-ri-ty!

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

(Sloooooooow and rather warbly)

So, the minutes.... passed.. in si-i-lence, and the air grew somewhat thick!
And the Sheriff said 'Ooh 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 Sheriff does Notting Hammmmmmm!