The day is warm the sun is out

I taste the air and walk about

The grass is crisp the leaves are green

I behold the beauty of this scene

The sun it shines but dappled now

For I am beneath the trees great bough

The breeze it sighs within the trees

My senses tingle to be pleased

Yes I'm honoured to see this land

Yes this land where on I stand

But what is this upon the ground

Tis' one small bird that I've found

It jumps it hops with crippled wing

What is your plight you poor thing

With beating heart it's in my hand

For it cannot fly and cannot stand

With frightened eye it looks at me

It's only then that I see

An Arrow tip has caused this sting

With deadly force it killed its wing

Who did this deed who did this thing

That this poor bird suffers broken wing

What foul beast doth prowl these woods?

But kill to kill and not for food

A voice I hear now on the air

Tis in my heart that I do swear

But hold, I see them now as plain as plain

It be but children that play a game

They play the game and the game is good

The cry it comes "Here Robin Hood"

Tis then I know whence the arrow came

Yes it came from off that game

That bird it lies within my hand

Can this breast the heart ache stand

For death will take it soon

Yes before the next new moon

I will sit and hold it close

And see it to its last repose