Under an oak

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!