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Maid Marian.
Oh! bold Robin Hood is a forester good,As ever drew bow in the merry greenwood:At his bugle's shrill singing the echoes are ringing,The wild deer are springing for many a rood:Its summons we follow, through brake, over hollow,The thrice-blown shrill summons of bold Robin Hood.
And what eye hath e'er seen such a sweet Maiden Queen,As Marian, the pride of the forester's green?A sweet garden-flower, she blooms in the bower,Where alone to this hour the wild rose has been:We hail her in duty the queen of all beauty:We will live, we will die, by our sweet Maiden Queen.
And here's a grey friar, good as heart can desire,To absolve all our sins as the case may require:Who with courage so stout, lays his oak-plant about,And puts to the rout all the foes of his choir:For we are his choristers, we merry foresters,Chorussing thus with our militant friar.
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