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- Do you have any food?

I'm very hungry.

Let down your hair.

You do not pass for a boy.

Let down your hair.

- I am not afraid.

Travellers spoke in these
hills of the hero Robin Hood.

He protects the meek.

- No one protects the meek.

And he were no hero.

- He observed thrice a day
and gave silver to the poor,

and he had the love of Lady
Marian is that not a hero?

- Lady Marian were taken
from an old shepherd's tale

by a storyteller
unfortunately drunker than I.

She were the
great love of Robin Hood.

- Mm-hmm.

There is no great love
for one such as him.

I've known those
who met this man.

Would you like to know a secret?

- I would.

- He never prayed
once in his life.

These tales spread across
the land are lies upon lies.

He were a murderous brigand

who perhaps cut the
throat of a sheriff

and a long line of others.

People saw a meaning
where there was none.

He was not a hero.

He robbed and killed for
the joy of it, nothing more.

- Those he met did they say he
felt remorse for his crimes?

- I suspect he felt tired.

I would say if you met
this villain Robin Hood,

you should make haste away

and keep whatever life
you have left here.

- "And hope to
one day be counted

"to attain to the sight
of Thy blessedness.

"Through Jesus Christ
our Lord. Amen."

- Who is your kin?

- William Wainwright

of Pickering.

- Pickering.

Father?

Grandfather?

You should've bathed

or waited for the
wind to change.

And kept you weight
on your back foot?

That's all.

You did well.

They sing lies,

these foolish common folk,

lies of his heroism
and goodness.

But blood debts are old,

and generations of
his victims hunt him,

for in truth,

none were more wicked and wanton

than the murderous
bandit Robin Hood

and his Little John.

Speak to Thomas.

- He were hanged in the south.

Will?

- They gutted him.

I've no one else to ask.

- What happened?

- My name is Edward.

Who is Edward?

- Met him on the
road 10 summers ago.

His brother died,

and he were going
to grow rye and peas

on his brother's land.

No one knew Edward's
face, so I killed him.

Now I am Edward, and
Margaret's a good wife.

It's a good farm.

- And what happened?

- The family owned
the land found me out.

Took my farm.

Took my Margaret.

Tried to take my life.

I cannot take back
alone what is mine.

- It's not yours.

It's my family.

- I'm tired, John.

- Edward.

- I'm tired, Edward.

- Will be a mighty battle,

one for the stories.

- They're strong?

- Ay, they come
from an old family.

They say from Viking blood.

There's a story that once their
Elderfather fought a bear.

It will be a mighty
battle, Robin.

- How many are there?

Four. Five.

Together we can best them.

- We'll likely die.

♪ As I was a-walking all alone ♪

♪ I heard two crows
a-making a moan ♪

♪ One said to the
other did say-o ♪

♪ Where shall we go
and dine today, oh ♪

♪ Where shall we
go and dine today ♪

♪ And behind that
auld turf wall ♪

♪ I since there lies
a new slain knight ♪

♪ And nobody knows that
he lies there, oh ♪

♪ But his hawk, and his
hound, and his lady fair, oh ♪

♪ His hawk, and his
hound, and his lady fair ♪

♪ Many a-one for
him shall moan ♪

♪ None shall know
where he has gone ♪

♪ O'er his white bones
when they are bare, oh ♪

♪ The wind shall
blow forevermore ♪

♪ The wind shall
blow forevermore ♪

- Robin.

Robin!

Bread?

This is a good adventure.

A good adventure.

You remember when
we met the potter?

Did we leave him naked,

or did we kill him?

Well, I tried to tell the story,

and someone said
we left him naked.

And I couldn't remember.

You always told it well, Robin.

- Why would we leave him naked?

- I don't know.

It were a jest.

- We never met a potter.

- What do you mean
we never met him?

I mean, that never happened.

It's just a story
you heard somewhere.

But if we did meet a
potter, we killed him.

- I'd remember if
it were a story.

- Yeah, here.

Tell me about your wife.

- Margaret.

She's a good woman.

She's a very good woman.

She's pious.

She teaches me prayerfulness.

- Paint a portrait.

- "Paint a portrait?"

Paint a portrait.

She has hair that's red.

Red like?

- Red like fresh blood.

- No, not blood. No, no, no.

Something that's red and
that's good, like her.

- Red like...

Like the setting sun.

- Yeah, ay.

Like the setting summer sun.

- Margaret's a good wife,

with hair that's red like
the setting summer sun.

She cares for me,

and I care for her.

Yeah.

Mm.

- Robin, there are open
lands past the mountains.

Many places to begin again.

- No, I do not aim
to begin again.

I aim for a right death.

Eh! No!

- Hendrie!
- Go!

- Hendrie!
- Hendrie!

Move! Hendrie, run now!

- Hendrie.
- Margaret.

- Hendrie! Get the others!

Hendrie!

- Edward.

Back off.

Watch over Little Margaret.

- Margaret.

No.

Little one.

You're all right.

You're safe.

You're safe, daughter.

Okay?

Let us...

Let us pray.

"O' Lord, our God,

"grant us grace to desire
thee with our whole heart."

Come on now, pray.

"And in finding thee..."

- "We may love thee,

"and in loving thee,

"we may hate those sins

"from which thou
hast redeemed us.

"For the sake of
Jesus Christ. Amen."

- Yes.

Yes, good.

Good.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It was that when I woke.

It was that when I woke.

Cousin?

- It was that when I woke.

I'm sorry.

♪ The wind between
the north and east ♪

♪ Blowed every chill and cold ♪

♪ Or coldly blew
to me at least ♪

♪ My clothes were thin and old ♪

♪ The grass all
dropping wet with dew ♪

♪ Lopens their tiny spears ♪

♪ The lowly daisy bendeth too ♪

♪ More lowly with my tears ♪

♪ O' luckless youth
to sorrow born ♪

♪ Shun son of poverty ♪

♪ The world made game
lay sport and scorn ♪

♪ And grinning infamy ♪

♪ Unequal though
my sorrow seems ♪

♪ But great indeed they are ♪

♪ O' hear my sorrows
for my stream ♪

♪ You'll find an equal there ♪

♪ The land and
meedings are no more ♪

♪ The pasture too are gone ♪

♪ The greens, the
meadows, and the moors ♪

♪ Are all cut up and gone ♪

We cry to thee, O' Lord.

Do thou have mercy upon us.

And grant forgiveness.

O' King of
Heaven and Everlasting Lord,

receive our prayers
which we pour forth.

And grant forgiveness.

Visit the sick.

Bring forth the captive.

Help the widow and the orphan.

And grant forgiveness.

We have sinned

and departed from thee.

Wilt thou, the redeemer
of all, save us?

- And grant forgiveness.

- Have mercy on the penitent

and wash away the stains of sin.

- And grant forgiveness.

Amen.

There!

Godwyn!

- No.

Please.

Please, please, please.

- Margaret.

- No.
- Margaret!

- No!

No!

John!

Don't!

- Little John!

Twenty winters ago,

you murdered my cousin,

Walter of Hathersage.

You have murdered my
sons and my grandson.

As weregild, I accept your life

and the life of your daughter.

- No.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no.

No!

No!

- Robin.

Robin.

Robin.

I've heard stories of
a priory hidden away.

There's a Prioress there who's
older than anyone remembers.

She has a healing magic.

I'll take you to her.

She'll get you well again.

I've heard incredible stories.

Robin, we must leave you.

They'll be hunting us.

- Look at the snow.

It's strange for it
to fall this late,

but it will stay on the ground.

The long days will soon come.

The man brought you here.

He sealed your wounds with fire,

and he did not do a poor job.

You have been here six days.

You have wounds in
your abdomen, ribs,

and a leg badly broken.

Do you understand my words?

- Where is this?

- You're at the
priory of St. Clement.

We're a place for you to heal.

- What town?

- There is no town.

Do you know the story of Saul?

- What?

- It goes, "There
once was a man, Saul,

"a breather of menaces
against disciples of the Lord.

"He came to the
prince of priests,

"and asked of him
letters into Damascus,

"to the synagogues,

"that if he came across any
man or woman of this life,

"he should leave
them bound, and..."

That is all we need to do.

Just a few drops.

It was not too painful.

- It were not.

- I'm Sister Brigid.

What's your name?

- Randolph.

- Well, I owe you an
apology, Randolph?

- What apology?

- You begged for me to let
you die, and I did not.

You said it was right.

- I were with fever.

Well, your fever has passed.

Rest now, Randolph.

- Your body is covered in scars.

Do you mean anyone
at this priory harm?

- I do not.

Will any harm follow you here?

- It will not.

- You will do them no harm.

- Now back to the bed.

Now back to the door.

Now open the door.

Go as far as you'd like.

Hey, I forgot my ball.

Lilian, careful please.

Can you row yet?

There is a boat
on the west shore.

That's all right.

You can stay here if
you help in the orchard.

- Well, I'm not a farmer.

- And you know not how to hunt.

- I know how to hunt.

- Well, there is some
game on this island.

But no, you cannot hunt.

You cannot even draw a bow.

- I can draw my bow.

- It's mostly rabbits.

Do you know how to trap?

- I know how to trap.

- Good.

But no more than six traps,

or the population
will not sustain.

Can you manage six traps?

- I can manage six traps.

- Good.

Then the rest of your time,

you may help in the orchard.

- Are you trying to flee?

- You are quiet.

- I am quiet and slow.

You are quiet,

but you need to be slow.

You're a cripple.

- Ay, you're a leper.

- 'Tis all right to be slow

because we are safe here.

Ay, that's quite a
thing to say, you know that?

- I know that because
she has made us safe.

Oh, your prioress?

- She were like us.

She knew great
sorrow, great pain.

Widowed young.

But through that sorrow, she
found the strength to heal us.

- Well, you do not look
like you've been healed.

- The prioress once
told me a story

of a great philosopher,

the greatest
philosopher of his time.

But one day his king
turned against him,

threw him in a dungeon to
be tortured and executed.

But in his misery,
when he had nothing,

an angel came to
the philosopher,

and she spoke to him.

And from her,

he learned that
it did not matter

if this whole world
were miserable,

if all he had were death,

because he had one thing

that could never be
touched or taken.

He had his mind.

And in his mind,

he had God.

It's never too
late to find peace.

- What are you doing?

- I row across every day.

Your friend was strong enough
to take you but some are not,

so I ferry them.

- Will you take me across?

- I will not.

You can row yourself
when you're stronger.

For now, work at your tasks.

Trapping, I hear.

- I will hunt.

- Ah, you can't hunt.

Leper.

What happened to that
great philosopher?

- He were tortured and
executed, of course.

- Of course.

♪ Sumer is icumen in ♪

♪ Loude sing cuckou ♪

♪ Groweth seed
and bloweth meed ♪

♪ And springth the wode now ♪

♪ Sing cuckou ♪

♪ Ewe bleteth after lamb ♪

Robin!

The Leper!

- Oi!

Oil

- The leper has brought someone!

From the far shore!

Papa's dead.

- How's the girl?

- Let me show you my trees.

These are the elderberries.

They harvest late in the summer.

- Do they know what
you were before this.

- Oh, you'll have to favour
this side, for my hearing.

Pears, I harvest just after.

And what were I before this?

- Oh, sellsword, at best.

At best, certainly.

We have a way about us.

You remember the trees?

- Pears and elderberries.

Wonderful.

Some of them know,

but the prioress does
not care who we were.

And the apples
harvest in the autumn.

- Did she speak of
what happened to her?

- The prioress is
tending to the girl.

You should speak with
her if you are concerned.

What were the trees?

- Pears, apples,
and elderberries.

- Wonderful.

- This will be
your last letting.

Though your body still
has much healing.

- You're tired.

-I am.

But I have been tired before.

The child does not sleep.

- What happened to her?

- Terrible things.

- She told you her story?

- No, she does not speak.

She does not eat, and
she does not sleep.

What is her name?

- Margaret.

- Who is she?

- I met her father,

a farmer.

- What? He's dead?

- Seems.

- And the mother?

I think dead.

- How?

- I don't know.

Dead past.

- Slain?

- Perhaps.

- You lie very well.

Did the child see?

- She could have.

- That is much for
a child to see.

Sorry for your friend.

- Thank you.

- Would you like
me to pray for him?

- As you wish.

- What was his name?

- Edward.

- Edward.

"Be not your heart afraid,

"for ye believe in God
and ye believe in me.

"In the house of my Father
there are many rooms.

"And when I make
ready for you a place,

"I shall come and
take thee to myself.

For where I am, ye may be also.

"And whither I go, ye
shall know the way."

Hobbie, quiet down.

Are you good?

No.

What's going on?

She has a knife.

- Margaret.
- Help me.

- Margaret.

It's all right.

Margaret, it's...

It's all right.

Margaret, it's all right.

She don't know this island.

There are boar about.

- Margaret!
- Margaret!

Margaret!

Margaret!

- Oi.

Oi.

Give it.

Give it.

Those men that hurt you,

do they know you're here?

Mm.

What's my name?

Say my name.

- Randolph.

- That's right.

- Who's Little John?

- That name is nonsense,

and you should never speak it.

And if you speak
it, a cat will come

in the night and
take your tongue!

It's all right.

Go to sleep.

I'll watch your storm.

All right, lay down.

Close your eyes.

You can sleep.

Sleep.

Thank you for bringing her back.

- It were nothing.

- Do you know the
story of this priory?

No.

- Well, in ages before history,

this was a holy site
of the ancient Druids.

They worshipped unknown gods.

Worshipped in these woods.

Then the Romans came long ago,

and they sensed the
magic of this place,

so they built their temples.

Then people upon
people sensed it,

and they came here to worship.

Countless gods,
tribe after tribe

who would not even know
how to speak to each other,

yet we were all
pulled to this place.

Do you believe
there is magic in this island?

- I believe there
is power in it.

- And I've seen the
power in stories.

They can be used to make
men do terrible things,

and then those terrible
things become stories

and stories.

No, you cannot
trust any of them.

We cannot be trusted with them.

- Knives cut bread as
well as they do flesh.

It's a question of balance.

Does balance have a say?

- I think if balance
did not have some say,

we would not be here.

This world would not be here,

and we would not be
sharing these words.

And do you ever consider that?

The incredible
precision of balance

over such an expanse of time.

The balance it takes to create
a word, any specific word,

that can pass between lips and
be understood by two minds.

Randolph.

Thank you.

- Mm.

- Hmm?

Not hungry?

No?

I'll be dying soon.

How do you know?

I can feel it inside.

What does it feel like?

It feels right.

- There's someone there.

- The Watchers have been busy.

- Start around the feet.

Little cuts.

Good. Other one.

All right.

No.

Easy.

There.

Good.

All right, now let's
do the other foot.

Right down in the belly. Good.

Ah.

Right.

Hang on.

Watch this.

Just like... Just like that.

That's it.

You do the other one.

That's it. That's it.

That's it. Pull.

I'm Arthur.

You are a brave young man.

- Thank you, Sister.

- Are you hungry, Arthur?

- I am, Sister.

Well, Sarah will fix you up

a good supper tonight.

Herring stew.

- Herring stew.

Do you like that?

- Yes.

- Where do you
come from, Arthur?

- My family farmed
toward Keswick.

Toward Keswick?

Yes, sir.

- Randolph.

- Randolph, toward Keswick.

- The Leper said you
seek your niece.

- I do.
- You were set upon?

- I was.
- On the road?

- Yes.

- We're safe here.

- Which road?

- The road to Keswick, sir.

- Thank the Lord, you survived.

- I do thank the Lord.

- How about honeyed
pears after supper

for being so brave?

- Thank you, sister.

- Little Margaret.

That man Arthur,

did you ever see him

before you came to the priory?

Margaret.

The men,

the men who hurt your papa,

did you see their faces?

- Papa said to run.

Papa stopped praying.

He was angry.

- Well, he prayed in his mind.

- What's papa's name?

- Your papa's your papa.

Bring it here.

Oh, this is fine work.

Oh, you see, it
favours a bend here.

Now you have to balance
it so it bends evenly.

So this part here needs
to be thinned, all right?

- Can you make for me?

- You want me to make you a bow?

All right.

- Today I remembered a story
by a poet named Lucretius.

He wrote of what
are called atoms.

For if you pick apart the
trees and people and stones,

these would be the
smallest invisible pieces

that make up
everything in creation.

And these atoms are
sailing through the void,

and, well, sometimes,
for no reason at all,

they change their course,

the least amount,
not even a hair.

And if it weren't
for that small,

unpredictable change
forcing the atoms

to cross and weave
with each other,

nothing at all under
the heavens would exist.

- Yes.

Good!

Right there.

That's it! Good.

That's it.

All right then.

Let me have a go.

Grab that one.

Good! There we go!

Good.

Which one do you
think for your bow?

Let's have a little look.

Okay.

There we go.

They're both good.

Margaret!

Margaret, come and play.

- Arthur.

Do you know how to trap?

- Yes.

- Good, I need a strong hand.

Come.

Does your family have land?

- Yes.

How many of you are there?

- I don't know.

Are you all right?

I am.

I am, just not as
young as I once were.

I could use a hand up, is all.

Thank you.

Oh, they delivered
you quite a blow.

- Yes.
- Who did it?

- A man.

Some men.

Bandits.

- A man bandit.

- Yes.
- Huh?

May I look?

It's quite a blow.

You're lucky you survived.

You're a lucky boy.

- Yes.

- Should be thankful
to be alive.

Yes.

- He used a quarterstaff.

Hmm?

Lucky it didn't
take your head off.

Randolph!

Randolph!

- Moshe?

- The prioress said to come.

- Are you in great pain?

- Do you remember the trees?

- Pears, apples,
and elderberries.

- Wonderful.

You know that you're the
most important person

in Little Margaret's life.

- No.

I'm not important.

- Think of all the people
whose lives you've crossed.

We're important
somehow to all of them.

Do you know the story
of Guy of Gisborne

and Robin Hood?

- Yes.

- They say you killed him.

Did you really behead him?

- You are confused, Leper.

- Well, I'll not tell a soul,

but don't lie to a
man on his deathbed.

So, did you really behead him?

- There were no Guy of Gisborne.

No, just one of the many
tales that passed along.

But I beheaded other men.

- You really don't remember?

No.

Think about that name.

There were a Guy of Gisborne.

But you did not behead him.

You cut off his ear.

You said in another life

you'd share a drink with him.

Do you remember that?

We seem to have
found another life.

Now, there is one cruelty

I would ask you
not to bring about.

You will guard the
orchard until you too die.

You will serve the prioress

and the people of this
priory, past and future.

But at no point in that time,

in those good and
peaceful years,

will you tell the prioress
who you really are.

- Why?

Because one of those nameless,

faceless deaths in the
shadows of your mind

were, in another life,

her beloved.

Promise me.

Robin.

Promise me.

♪ Summer is comin' in ♪

♪ Loude sing cuckou ♪

♪ Groweth seed and bloweth med ♪

♪ And springth the wode new ♪

♪ Sing cuckou ♪

♪ Ewe bleteth after lamb ♪

♪ Loude after calve cu ♪

♪ Bulloc sterteth,
bucke verteth ♪

♪ Merye sing cuckou ♪

♪ Cuckou, cuckou ♪

♪ Wel singest thou cuckou ♪

♪ Ne swik thou never now ♪

- Goodbye, Brigid.

Arthur.

Come.

There's a child
on the far shore.

Perhaps it's your niece.

The Leper said you sought
you lost your niece.

- Yes.

Could it be her?

- We shall see.

I do not see signs of anyone.

- Well, we should wait.

Maybe they will return.

What is your name?

- Arthur.

Do not waste time lying to me.

What is your real name?

- Godwyn.

- You are deciding, Godwyn,

whether to do the deed yourself

or to fetch your family.

- What deed?

- How many men have
you killed, Godwyn?

How many children
have you killed?

I have killed so many,

I could not give you a count.

For longer than
you've been alive,

I've been killing the kin of
those I killed a lifetime ago

who I do not remember
in the first,

who meant nothing
to me at the time,

but their brothers
and their children,

their grandchildren
they remember me.

So now I must kill them,

again and again,

in different forms, like shades,

again and again,
and it never ceases.

It's a curse, Godwyn.

And it's one you
bring on yourself,

even if done through duty.

It cares not about your duty.

This world cares
only about blood,

and blood is all it
will give in return.

Do you want to kill
a child, Godwyn?

Do you want to be responsible

for the killing
of a little girl?

No.

- Your father is dead?

And your uncles?

- I am the eldest left.

- Who else yet lives, Godwyn?

- My mother,

my aunts,

my sisters.

- You have a home, Godwyn.

- Yes.

- Go home.

Tell your family all
blood debts are paid.

They'll all be paid someday.

Sleep in your own bed.

Hold dear the life you will
yet share with your kin.

And if you return here,

you will have wasted
this chance at life

that I give you now,

and I will cut your throat

and never think of you again.

Go now,

and do not look back.

- I thought you had departed.

- I'm Robin the outlaw.

You need to know
that I'm a monster.

I am not one Randolph.

I am the outlaw, Robin Hood.

I'm sorry.

Tell me I should leave.

I will go now.

- Get in the bed.

- Brigid.
- Lie down.

- You burned my husband alive.

I dreamed that he
was already dead,

but why else did
you bar the door?

It felt like a lifetime,

searching the ashes of our home,

and he looked so small,

just curled up in the corner
with so much of him gone.

But as much as I dream,
I know he was alive,

because, until the very end,

he had wrapped himself
around our children.

Randolph,

it's me.

People speak of Robin Hood.

Tell his stories.

They're all lies.

Lies that I told long ago

so that fools would
follow me into the dark.

Robin.

What have they done to you?

Don't be afraid.

I will rescue you
from this place,

and rescue little Margaret.

We're gonna start a
new life together.

- Edward.

Tell me about your wife.

- My wife.

Margaret.

- Margaret.

My wife Margaret.

- Paint a portrait.

"Paint a portrait."

She has hair

red like the setting sun.

- Like the setting summer sun.

- Red like the
setting summer sun.

Robin.

Have you found your right death?

- I'm ready to finish it.

- I owe this life to you.

It is monstrous.

But I owe this life to you.

- You owe me nothing.

- I have never
taken a life before.

- Well, it can be as
if pruning a flower.

- Well, it should not be.

- Ay, it should not,

but it can.

- I help those who
come to this island.

I heal them.

- Please.

Heal me.

Little Margaret.

Your father's name were John.

And I knew him for many years

before he were your papa.

I met him

crossing a bridge one day

over a rushing river.

He was stubborn.

He would not yield,

oh, not to any man,

not even to me.

So we wrestled on that bridge,

striking back and forth.

I whacked him on the
side of the head.

He struck me in the stomach,

and I wobbled on that bridge.

Splash.

He knocked me on my bum.

Once I dragged myself out,

drenched to the bone,

we embraced.

We called your papa Little John.

And we lived for many years

as outlaws in the Greenwood.

We had feasts.

We gave silver to the meek.

But we stole that silver.

We stole it from bad people.

You understand?

Bad people.

Your papa

wouldn't want me to tell you,

because he loved you so dearly.

You must never tell a soul,

not even the children
you play with.

You must never tell
them your papa's name.

There are bad people out there,

and they are angry
with your papa.

And so they're angry with you.

Can we keep that secret?

- I can keep that
secret, Little Margaret.

Can you?

- Good.

Now come beside with me.

Take this.

- Why were he little?

- What?

- Why were my papa
called Little?

- Because he were
little when I found him,

like you.

String it.

Bend it with your
leg as you saw me do.

Ah.

Good.

Now,

go to the window.

Now,

nock an arrow.

Find a point

where the waters meet the sky.

Hold that arrow to your mouth,

and hold it.

I will tell you when to loose.

And when I do,

you're not letting go.

You're simply not
holding on anymore.

Now,

watch the target.

Your body will always be moving.

Feel when that
arrow will fly true.

You're gonna find a dance.

Hold until I tell you to loose.

You are strong.

Feel

that sway.

That dance.

Now loose.

♪ The wind between
the north and east ♪

♪ Blowed every chill and cold ♪

♪ Or coldly blew
to me at least ♪

♪ My clothes were thin and old ♪

♪ The grass all
dropping wet with dew ♪

♪ Lopens their tiny spears ♪

♪ The lowly daisy bendeth too ♪

♪ More lowly with my tears ♪

♪ O' luckless youth
to sorrow born ♪

♪ Shun son of poverty ♪

♪ The world made game
lay sport and scorn ♪

♪ And grinning infamy ♪

♪ Unequal though
my sorrow seems ♪

♪ But great indeed they are ♪

♪ O' hear my sorrows
for my stream ♪

♪ You'll find an equal there ♪

♪ The land and
meedings are no more ♪

♪ The pasture too are gone ♪

♪ The greens, the
meadows, and the moors ♪

♪ Are all cut up and gone ♪

♪ There scarce a
greensward spot remains ♪

♪ And scarce a single tree ♪

♪ All naked are
your native plains ♪

♪ And yet, oh dear, do thee ♪

♪ O then were trees
my plank stick come ♪

♪ What willows flourished here ♪

♪ Hard as the axe
that cut them down ♪

♪ Those senseless
wretches were ♪

♪ Although their aching
hands did wield ♪

♪ The axe that gave the blow ♪

♪ It was not them that
owned this field ♪

♪ Nor plant its overthrow ♪

♪ Their foes remain
all lawless foes ♪

♪ But laws themselves
they hold ♪

♪ Which clipped wing
justice cons or thaws ♪

♪ But forced and
yields to gold ♪

♪ These are the fools
of mine and thee ♪

♪ These all here
ruined and planned ♪

♪ Although they
never felled a tree ♪

♪ Nor took a tooth in hand ♪

♪ So farewell to
our common field ♪

♪ There's nothing can be saved ♪

♪ Fare thee the greens
and pastures waste ♪

♪ They dropped into its grave ♪

♪ Reflection pierces
deadly keen ♪

♪ While with wild
ground we scan ♪

♪ Damned are the
changes of the green ♪

♪ So too the life of man ♪