“He left all his merry men waiting behind,
Whilst through the green valleys he pass’d,
Where he did behold a forester bold,
Who cry’d out, ‘Friend, whither so fast?’
“I am going,’ quoth Robin, ‘to kill a fat buck,
For me and my merry men all;
Besides, ere I go, I’ll have a fat doe,
Or else it shall cost me a fall.’
“‘You’d best have a care,’ said the forester then,
‘For these are his majesty’s deer;