Hey Jolly Robin (Poem into Song) Robin Hood

Song: Hey Jolly Robin

Lyrics: These stanzas are supplied by “A musicall dreame, or the fourth booke of ayres, &c. Composed by Robert Iones. London, Imprinted by the assignees of William Barley, and are to be solde in Powles church-yeard, at the signe of the Crowne, 1609,” fo. The music, a composition of little merit or curiosity for the present age, was not transcribed.

Link: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/56926/56926-h/56926-h.htm#p341

Music: AI

(verse1)
A noble thief was Robin Hood,
Wise was he could deceive him;
Yet Marrian, in his bravest mood,
Could of his heart bereave him.
No greater thief lies hidden under skies
Then beauty closely lodged in women's eyes.
Hey jolly Robin!
(Chorus)
In Sherwood live stout Robin Hood,
An archer great, none greater:
His bow and shafts were sure and good,
Yet Cupids were much better.
Robin could shoot at many a heart and miss,
Cupid at first could hit a heart of his.
Hey jolly Robin, hoe jolly Robin, hey jolly Robin Hood,
To follow me, to follow me to the green wood.
Love finds out me, as well as thee,
Hey jolly Robin Hood.
(verse2)
An out-law was this Robin Hood,
His life free and unruly;
Yet to faire Marrian bound he stood,
And loves debt paid her duely.
Whom curb of strictest law could not hold in
Love with obeyedness and a wink could wine.
Hey jolly Robin!
(Chorus)
In Sherwood live stout Robin Hood,
An archer great, none greater:
His bow and shafts were sure and good,
Yet Cupids were much better.
Robin could shoot at many a heart and miss,
Cupid at first could hit a heart of his.
Hey jolly Robin, hoe jolly Robin, hey jolly Robin Hood,
To follow me, to follow me to the green wood.
Love finds out me, as well as thee,
Hey jolly Robin Hood.
(verse3)
Now wend we home, stout Robin Hood,
Leave we the woods behind us ;
Love-passions must not be withstood,
Love everywhere will find us.
I lived in field and town, and so did he,
I got me to the woods, Love followed me.
Hey jolly Robin.
(Chorus)
In Sherwood live stout Robin Hood,
An archer great, none greater:
His bow and shafts were sure and good,
Yet Cupids were much better.
Robin could shoot at many a heart and miss,
Cupid at first could hit a heart of his.
Hey jolly Robin, hoe jolly Robin, hey jolly Robin Hood,
To follow me, to follow me to the green wood.
Love finds out me, as well as thee,
Hey jolly Robin Hood.