Friar Tuck
Slightly bald and very round,
Dressed in clothes the color of brown,
Here he comes, out with his hounds,
The merry Friar Tuck.
Robin comes to greet old Tuck,
So long ago a friendship struck,
Between the two; now that's luck,
The merry Friar Tuck.
Drunk on whine and whiskey,
The Friar Tuck's eyes grow misty,
When recalling all the past things,
The merry Friar Tuck.
When the crafty Sheriff comes calling,
The Friar Tuck knows of his lying,
When it's Robin he tries to be finding,
The Merry Friar Tuck.
Slightly bald and very round,
He makes an awful lot out sound,
When he comes dashing with his hounds,
The merry Friar Tuck.