Robin Hood

Away to the Bow’r cries Robin Hood

To the festive board away

For the noblest Ha[r]t in merry Sherwood

Maid Marion has pierc[’d] today

[Ah] Robin these are idle sounds

Replies Saint Valentine

For the noblest Heart in England bounds

Is pierc’d by a [Vot’ry] of mine

And who is this [Vot’ry] Saint of thine

That can choose and shoot so true

For a better shot than Marion fine

Quoth Robin I never knew.

Said the Saint I may not tell her name

But I’ll venture a Hint at least

This Billet is sent to her and the same

Bids prepare for a wedding feast