Real MotherGoose Poem

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Is in the mickle wood!
Little John, Little John,
He to the town is gone.

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Telling his beads,
All in the greenwood
Among the green weeds.Little John,

Little John,
If he comes no more,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
We shall fret full sore!

from http://sedition.com/a/613

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