Sheriff of Nottingham

A tax, a tax,

A tax for John, I say!

Give the Sheriff,

All of your gold,

Your payment's due today.

No man or woman,

Safe from his snare,

You'd be a fool,

To challenge him,

For the Sheriff's nearly here.

Stepping lively,

Through the town,

Shut your doors,

Lock up your homes,

The Sheriff's making rounds.

A man, a man,

A man, here he comes!

The Sheriff's on,

His merry way,

If only he knew who the beggar was,

The Sheriff would run away!