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.