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Thread #70180   Message #1342596
Posted By: GUEST,Ralph
29-Nov-04 - 07:16 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Robin Hood song
Subject: Lyr Add: ROBIN HOOD (from Fred Wedlock)
I've got an old tape of Fred Wedlock

Here are the words in full, with the talk bits in brackets, it's a great one to sing at parties.
I've also got the words to Robin Head by Keith Christmas, as Fred sang it as well.

"Sorry Fred if this infringes your copyright, but nobody seems to know your words".

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 could fetch him out his Nottingham Evening Post
Chorus
Oh Robin was a bloke and he owned many bows kept 'em all nice and clean
He died in his prime at the age of eighty nine of a nasty case of eyeball gangrene
(That was very nice, that was the chorus, one or two of you didn't manage to join in so we'll sing it again in case you'd like to)
Oh Robin was a bloke and he owned many bows kept 'em all nice and clean
He died in his prime at the age of forty six of a nasty case of eyeball gangrene
(There's one awkward bit where it changes every chorus but never mind just have a guess)

He had a fight on a log with a bloke called Little Jog and he made Robin look a proper twit
He upped with his pole and scored a perfect goal and knocked Robin flying in the water
(It doesn't rhyme cos it's a traditional song)
When it came to singing songs well they could not go wrong, their minstrels name was Alan A'dale
He minstrelled through the day and he minstrelled through the night so they drowned him in a keg of Watneys Pale

Chorus
Oh Robin was a bloke and he owned many bows kept 'em all nice and clean
He died in his prime at the age of twenty three of a nasty case of eyeball gangrene

He was walking through the wood, this randy Robin Hood with most of his merry men
When to make this song real crude, by them dashed a nude, and he never saw his merry men again
A man was being hung and Robin said "That's wrong, I'll stop your execut-i-on he said
So he loaded up his bow and let the arrow go and shot the poor bugger through the head

Now the friars 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 that lazy rotten friar, he just sat around and fed his self all night

Chorus
Oh Robin was a bloke and he owned many bows kept 'em all nice and clean
He died in his prime at the age of eighty nine of a nasty case of eyeball gangrene

As long a birds are here, as long as blokes drink beer, as long as two and two make five
As long as clipper ships go on smuggling cannabis pips the name of Robin Hood will stay alive
It will bounce across the land, it will pass 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.
End.