Oh, the verses from Pete and Jonah come from this (click). I'll post it here, with a few changes to reflect what I hear on The Folker/Frollicks (mostly, the order fo verses is different). The tune is "Jesse James," the same tune Woody Guthrie used for "Jesus Christ."

Thread #70180   Message #1199586
Posted By: GUEST,Fantum
03-Jun-04 - 03:55 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Robin Hood song
Subject: Lyr Add: ROBIN HOOD (from Fred Wedlock)

Right here we go. Words stolen from a Fred Wedlock album. All mistakes are mine and I claim them.

ROBIN HOOD
(Dave Turner, as recorded by Fred Wedlock)

Robin Hood was a bloke who robbed across the land
Firing arrows here and there.
He fired at the rich and mowed down the poor
And now and then he'd hit a passing deer.

Maid Marion was his missus and she had two lovely eyes
And feet as big as boats,
But he let her hang around cos she's the only bird he'd found
What would fetch him out his Nottingham Evening Post.

CHORUS:
Oh, Robin was a bloke and he owned many bows,
And he kept 'em all nice and clean.
He died in his prime at the age of 89 (46, 23)
With a nasty case of eyeball gangrene.

He had a fight on a log with a man called Little Jog
And he made Robin look a proper twit.
He upped with his pole and he scored a perfect goal
And knocked Robin flying in the water.

When it came to singing songs, well, they could not go wrong.
Their minstrel's name was Alan-a-Dale.
He minstrelled through the day and he minstrelled through the night
So they drowned him in a keg of Watney's Pale.
CHORUS

He was walking through the woods, this randy Robin Hood,
With most of his merry men,
When, to make a song real crude, by them dashed a nude
And he never seen his merry men again.

A man was being hung and Robin said, "That's wrong.
I'll stop your ex-i-cut-i-on," he said.
So he loaded up his bow and he let his arrow go
And shot the poor bugger through the head.

Oh, the friar's name was Tuck and he didn't give a damn.
No, he didn't ever help them in a fight.
He wouldn't help them hunt, the lazy rotten friar.
He just sat around and fed himself all night.
CHORUS

As long as birds are here, as long as blokes drink beer,
As long as two and two make five,
As long as clipper ships keep on smuggling cannabis pips,
The name of Robin Hood will stay alive.

It will bounce across the land. It will be passed from hand to hand,
His deeds exaggerated by the gross.
They'll glorify his name and cover up with fame
The thieving robbing rat-bag that he was.




Bit of poetic license I think with Little John. Fred sang it with the age of Robin changing so I have copied that. He invited the audience to pick any number they liked. I learned it some years ago and ain't used it in yonks. Perhaps its time to take it out dust it of and go torture an audience somewhere.

Lots of luck with it

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