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forsuth it doth appear that i am to left un chaparonned is my virtue safe pray tell me???

Chorus Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood He called the greatest archers to a tavern on the green They vowed to help the people of the king They handled all the troubles on the English country scene And still found plenty of time to sing Chorus He came to Sherwood Forest with a feather in his cap A fighter never looking for a fight His bow was always ready, and he kept his arrows sharp. He used them to fight for what was right. Chorus With Friar Tuck and Little John they had a roguish look, They did the deed the others wouldn't dare. He captured all the money that the evil sheriff took, And rescued many a lady fair. Chorus He came to Sherwood Forest with a feather in his cap A fighter never looking for a fight His bow was always ready and he kept his arrows sharp He used them to fight for what was right Chorus

Ah, Scarlet Willy, that offer telleth me much of your loyalty and bravery. However, I am not a cruel master and wouldst not wish you to suffocate from noxious fumes during the night. This has indeed been an arduous day and I have walked, not to mention flown, many a long mile without the opportunity to rinse away the dust. I would sleep as far away from my feet as you possibly can. I too must needs rest for who knows what dangers the morrow may bring. Good night, good sirs, and rest thee well.

Allan You are true and loyal. I will share my blood with you. Joy/Bev You may yet receive your wish for all to be revealed. But first, there is some reckoning that I may call upon beforehand. Until the morrow my fair Ladies!!!

hear that Joy??? he might get his kit off tomorrow least thats what i think he said Bev

:-) good night. Joy

Rest now my Ladies I shall'st protect you through the night................

The friar stirs from where he has been sleeping against the bole of a large oak tree. He smells the aroma of roast venison wafting in the morning breeze and climbs to his feet to go in search of a morsel or two (or more) of this feast. He enters a large clearing where the embers of a fire are still glowing dimly and all around are the still forms of sleeping people (some of whom he recognises) and a small mountainof metallic objects. He picks up one of these objects - sniffs the opening and is surprised to find that it smells of beer - whence have these strange objects come from? he muses as he starts looking for a full one. He finds a box marked 'guiness cans' and opens one and quaffs deeply of its contents - 'excellent brew' he quoths and picks up the box, helps himself to a hind leg of venison and repairs to a large tree to partake of this feast until the others arise from their slumbers. I

(Puff of Pink Smoke etc) Friar - Put that guiness can down - ye Gods, - it is a potion of the FUTURE! It may turn thee into a footballe hooligane, or worse! Here - I offer thee a dram of my J.D. and Cokee. (Fresh from me punch bowl)

Tuck!!! A man of the Cloth is welcome here. I am no heathen. But you must contribute more than gluttony my friend. Give reference to your true worth !!!!!!!

Good Morrow Mrs Merlin, I don't mind if I do try a drop of that nectar ye are offering the portly friar replied and promptly emptied the can of guiness he was holding before reaching for the proffered brew.

wow laddddy merlic thatsd strong stuffff watch yerself vicar,,,,,soss monk can i have sone more pl;lessss

'Robin my dear friend' the friar replied - thou knowest that I shall stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the fight against the evil sheriff and that dastardly John brother of Richard. Forsooth I am amazed that thy doubt my credentials after we were forced from the forest of tips.

The friar turned to BB and thanked her for her timely warning on the strength of Mrs Merlin's potion and then apologised that he was unable to help her because there no wild rabbits to be seen in this forest.

(Puff of etc....) Friar, I returnest with my (empty) punch bowl/cauldron. I was waylaid in a land faraway, full of bronzed bevs, and yorkshire sue persons. They partakethed of my Special Brew, and they drankest it ALL. They did corruptethest me, and I promise NEVER to go there againest. Please Forgive me - taking the wrong path! (junction 21 on M1) Grovel, grovel - Drink This! (Honey Mead, Lambrini, and J.D. - good job I saved some of that!)

It is very quiet now, in the land of Lunars Leaving Party. If you look very carefully, you may just make out the dents in the grass where Robin and his merry men sat. (especially Friar Tuck) Its dark and eerie, - hang on - Look up into the sky.... In the distance there is a small figure, pointed hat, on a broomstick, swooping down - looks like she is ... COMING IN TO LAND!!! (Better move my cauldron of J.D. out the way)

I was protected through the night. I feel safe now and shall no longer fear in the presence of Robin of Loxley. I hope he will understand my previous fear when I say that there was another who followed me in the depths of the forest. :-) Joy

Just popping in silver to wish you all the best. Germaine x

The beautiful maiden was taking a morning bathe in the gentle waters of the sparkling river. She heard Willy approach and after a sharp intake of breath, concealed herself amid some bushes at the river's edge. 'Bless my soul,' said our Will 'a damsel's clothing lies here on the banks of the river. Clearly my journey has been ill-timed. I will turn my back for a few moments and allow the maiden to clothe herself.' 'Thank you kind sir' said the now fully dressed but blushing damsel. 'I have been lost living in the woods for some days now.' 'Tell me your name' asked Will. 'No, gentle sir, I cannot' she replied. 'The knowledge of my identity will bring misfortune upon you.' 'Ah well' said Willy 'At least, come and have a cuppa with me and my friends then otherwise they'll think I've been on the sauce again.' Willy filled his buckets and the pair set off into the wood together.

Allan A'Dale stretched his cramped limbs and shook off the last dregs of sleep. Standing up, he looked around and saw Scarlett Willy returning to the forest clearing, accompanied by a fair damsel with wet hair. 'By my troth' quoth Allan, 'Yon Willy is a fast worker. How did he manage that?' Realising what a sorry sight he must appear, clothes all crumpled and travel-stained. Ladders in his hose, and his hair an absolute mess, darling, Allan decided that a trip to the river and a quick bathe was the order of the day. Exit Allan, stage left, clutching a flannel.