Oh, the sheriff with threescore bowmen Rode out of Nottingham Town But Robin Hood left those bowmen A-gasping on the ground Oh, the sheriff, he dined with Robin Hood And when he had paid the score Back to Nottingham spurred but from what I had heard He rode hind side to fore So here's to the tale in the sheriff's hand And here's to the bowl in thine And when ye have drunk to Robin Hood Pray, leave a penny in mine In mine Pray, leave a penny in mine