Outlaws' Ditty by Ness Ayton
Another ancient piece of doggerel from "The Alternative Robin of Sherwood" Zine and I still haven't got the hang of doing verse breaks!
All along the forest streams,
Through the rushes tall,
Outlaws are a-paddling,
Bare feet all.
Bare feet, bare heads,
Fishing lines a-bobbing,
Fires gently puffing smoke
To feed those who're a-robbing.
Dark green undergrowth
Where the fox cubs lie,
Here we keep our swords and bows
Safe from Norman eyes.
Everyone for what he likes,
We like to be
Paddling in the forest streams,
Living wild and free.
High in the blue above
Birds whirl and call;
We are here a-paddling
Bare feet all.