Robin Good-Fellow

From Oberin, in fairye land,

The king of the ghosts and shadows there,

Mad Robin I, at his command,

Am sent to view the night sports here.

What revell rout

Is kept about,

In every corner where I go,

I will o'er-see,

And merry be,

And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho!

More swift than lightning can I flye

About this aery welkin soone,

And in a minute's space, descrye

Each thing that's done below the moone.

There's not a hag

Or ghost shall wag

Or cry, "Ware Goblins!" where I go,

But Robin I

Their feates will spy,

And send them home, with ho, ho, ho!