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Lyrics
Leaves in spring, evergreen
In morning forest shade,
Fall around Robin's crown
At rising light of day.
Robin be ye merry, Robin be ye bold,
Be ye silver quick through sunlit halls of gold,
Robin be ye clever, Robin be ye kind,
King of wood and water, son of stag and sky.
Summer grass, hunter's brass
Trumpeting aloud,
Comes the maid with garlands laid
Upon her blessed brow.
Robin be ye merry, Robin be ye sweet,
Be ye sharp of eye and light upon your feet,
Robin be ye clever, Robin be ye sure,
Lord of wind and branches, groom of floweret pure.
Leaves in fall, arbor halls
Twilit Sherwood fire
The woodfolk dine on autumn wine
And Robin is their sire.
Robin be ye merry, Robin be ye proud,
There are young men plenty, to don your greenman shroud;
Robin be ye clever, Robin be ye wise,
Aging limb and hourglass make sorrowful the eye.
Winter frost, pathways lost
White as swirling snow
The hunt is nigh, the last, he cries,
And Robin bends his bow.
Robin be ye merry, Robin be ye wild,
Silver in your beard and sunlight in your smile,
Robin be ye clever, Robin be ye brave,
Merry England never knew so noble any knave.
Robin be ye clever, Robin be ye brave,
Robin, live forever, and an arrow mark your grave.