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The Ballad of Maid Marian
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Peak #736
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Summer Russell
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February 27, 2007
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MP3 2.2 MB, 86 kbps, 3:29
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Twas in the bright of afternoon, Before the evening's rain, When you rode down through the manorlands And calling on me came, And with your kisses sweet as berry wine, You said you could not stay, For they've branded you an outlaw, And they'll soon be on their way, You said the woods were all the chance you had, And it's off you've run, my darling lad, And now for want of you, I've shed such tears, That it's not long I shall abide without you near. It is time that I cast off these gowns All chased with golden chains And it is time that I should follow you As stealthy as I can, Into the ghostwood and the greenwood, Where you move among my dreams, Through the deep wood and the valley, By the rushing Sherwood streams. I will go, and seek you where I may, All attired with buckler, bow and blade. For to know you, my true love, by the dusk, I shall reach you any way I must. And now upon the muddy roadway Where the rain has fallen fresh, Through the mist appears a hunter All in forest fine'ry dressed. In the shadowed fog of winter There's no telling friend or foe, And we have stopped along the roadway And we've come to bitter blows, For I swore I'd know you by the dusk, And I shall reach you any way I must. When we've struck our equal measures, Now, he clasps me by the hand, And he cries, "M'lord, you ought to come And join my merry band," And it's a voice that I have often known, Hark, love, the voice is thine, And we laugh to know each other Til the dusk has tinged the sky. And to your lips you've brought your hunting horn, And from under bramble, bush and thorn, Come the merry men you call your own, And you say to them, "My lady has come home." And now I ride upon the trails And shoot a bow of ash and elm, And I call you my Lord Robin, And we rule this wild realm, Yes I am free among the hedges, And beneath the swaying trees, And I'll ever be the lady Of fair Sherwood's outlaw king. For I swore to know you by the dusk, I swore that I'd know you by the dusk.
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