Of goodly gold he hath enow,

And many a sergeant girt with sword;

But forth will we and bend the bow.

We shall bend the bow on the lily lea

Betwixt the thorn and the oaken tree.

 With stone and lime is the burg wall built, And pit and prison are stark and strong, And many a true man there is spilt, And many a right man doomed by wrong. 

With stone and lime is the burg wall built,

And pit and prison are stark and strong,

And many a true man there is spilt,

And many a right man doomed by wrong.

 So forth shall we and bend the bow And the king's writ never the road shall know. 

So forth shall we and bend the bow

And the king's writ never the road shall know.

 Now yeomen walk ye warily, And heed ye the houses where ye go, For as fair and as fine as they may be, Lest behind your heels the door clap to. Fare forth with the bow to the lily lea Betwixt the thorn and the oaken tree. 

Now yeomen walk ye warily,

And heed ye the houses where ye go,

For as fair and as fine as they may be,

Lest behind your heels the door clap to.

Fare forth with the bow to the lily lea

Betwixt the thorn and the oaken tree.

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