Poor Boy (The Greenwood) Lyrics

Me, I'm just a poor boy from across the far southland
And I've traveled many days to reach this place to make my stand
I fell in with a merry band
And drank away the hours

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Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on
And my head is high from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood

The city boys and the country boys
They come from miles around
To defy their king and country
Save the poor folks from the hand
Of the thieving dukes and abbotts
And the gentry of the land

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Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong
Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home
The dancing girls and the open fires
The wine that flows like water

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