Under an oak one fine June morn,
Unostentatiously was born
A babe ordained for fickle fate
To play with far from lightly.
Now thrived and grew this babe apace
In stature high with added grace
The forest broad for his estate
At manhood bound him tightly.
By law an outlaw termed
The epithet I’ve earned,
For all who stray
Through paths my way
Must pay the toll I claim
Who dares my might and power disdain?
A noble lord was asked for toll,
Who in my equipage did roll,
With daughter fair as summer skies,
I kissed her hand, I kissed her hand politely.
O tiny hand, O cruel theft!
Of much this outlaw she bereft, of much this outlaw she bereft,
Though untold wealth lay in her eyes,
She stole my heart, she stole my heart completely.
Ah!
Into a palmer turned, for love this outlaw yearned,
Her heart I’ll win and count no sin to worship at her shrine,
Her heart I’ll win and count no sin to worship at her shrine
And dare to call her mine!