Poor Boy (The Greenwood)

Me, I'm just a poor boy
from across-the-far southland
And I've travelled many days
to reach this place to make my stand
Oh, and I fell in with a merry band
And drank away the hours.

Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on,
And my head is high from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood.

The city boys and the country boys
They come from miles around
To defy their king and country
Save the poor folks from the hand
Of the thieving dukes and abbotts
And the gentry of the land.

Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on
And my head is high from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood.

Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong
Stay on the right side
the Greenwood is your home
Oh, and the dancing girls and the open fires
And the wine that flows like water.

Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on
And my head is high from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood.