it's been one of those days, y'know the sheriff's on my trail..
From the play by Lord Tennyson:-
Robin.
Let be the 'Earl.' Henceforth I am no more
Than plain man to plain man.
Tuck.
Well, then, plain man,
There be good fellows there in merry Sherwood
That hold by Richard, tho' they kill his deer.
Robin.
In Sherwood Forest. I have heard of them.
Have they no leader?
Tuck.
Each man for his own.
Be thou their leader, and they will all of them
Swarm to thy voice like bees to the brass pan.
Robin.
They hold by Richard--the wild wood! to cast
All threadbare household habit, mix with all
The lusty life of wood and underwood,
Hawk, buzzard, jay, the mavis and the merle,
The tawny squirrel vaulting thro' the boughs,
The deer, the highback'd polecat, the wild boar,
The burrowing badger--by Saint Nicholas,
I have a sudden passion for the wild wood--
We should be free as air in the wild wood--
What say you? shall we go? Your hands, your hands!
