We wander from dawn until gloaming,
For bold Robin Hood and his Merry, Merry Men
Must be ever thru the dark forest roaming.
Mother Goose: Many a good deed is done by you and your merry men I am sure, Robin.
Boy Blue: Hiawatha and his Braves.
[Braves sing]:
Air: THE MOCKING BIRD.
SONG.
[Hiawatha stands with folded arms.]
We left our wigwams lonely, in the valley, in the valley.