Robin Hood

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Excerpt from Robin Hood: A Comic Opera in Three Acts That such milkmaids as we Are not milkmaids of fact, but of fiction. Allan. But the kind of milkmaids that you describe Do not belong to the real tribe. The real milkmaid in a homespun gown Has very few smiles but full many a frown, Her hands are heavy and red and rough, And she rarely sings, for her voice is grufi. She is middle-aged, she is plain at that, And her figure is something to cavil at. Her life is a merry round, 'tis said, Of rising, working and going to bed. Her joy is getting her work all done And going to rest at the set Of sun. Of all her life, 'tis the saddest tale When a cow kicks over a brimming pail. Her hands are rough, and her gown homespun, And she only sings when her work is done. We're exceedingly sure We could never endure Any life so fraught with friction, And 'tis easy to see That it's nicer to be A milkmaid of fanciful fiction. Dame D. (to Annabel.) Thou pert minx! Get thee within and mind thy dairy pans. (to Allan.) Young man, begone, unless thou hast a mind to buy butter or cheeses from a lone widow and her daughter. (allan kisses Annabel.) Eh? What was that? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.