Robin Goodfellow

And can the physician make sick men well?

And can the magician a fortune divine?

Without lily, germander, and sops-in-wine,

With sweet-briar and bonfire

And strawberry wire and columbine.

With in and out, in and out, round as a ball,

With hither and thither, as straight as a line,

With lily, germander, and sops-in-wine,

With sweet-briar and bonfire

And strawberry wire and columbine.

When Saturn did live, there lived no poor,

The king and the beggar with roots did dine,

With lily, germander, and sops-in-wine,

With sweet-briar and bonfire

And strawberry wire and columbine.