Norman the forester's song

The monk must arise when the matins ring,

⁠The abbot may sleep to their chime;

But the yeoman must start when the bugles sing,

⁠'Tis time, my hearts, 'tis time.

There's bucks and raes on Bilhope braes,

⁠There's a herd in Shortwood Shaw;

But a lily white doe in the garden goes,

⁠She's fairly worth them a'.