Robyn Hood

Amongst the trees of Sherwood, an ancient royal wood
A legend etched in time, the tale of Robyn Hood
In Nottinghamshire, the taxes rose high up to the sky
Crushing the poor neath regal boot, the king and the sheriff must die

The sharpest marksman of all time
The sheriff of Nottingham has finally met his match
The phony king of England does not stand a chance
Robyn and his merry men will take back what is theirs!

Under the king's command, the sheriff commenced a restless hunt
With hounds and hooves, they scoured the land, an effort too corrupt
Our Robyn Hood was determined to seize ill-gotten gains
Against the rich, his bow tightly strung, poised to take sharp aim