Robin Hoodwinked

It's a black day, it is.

A black day for poor old Robin Hood.

Him locked up in the sheriff's jail,

and guards all over the place.

They're going to hang him, sure they are.

Hang poor Robin in the mornin'. And us sittin' here helpless.

There's nothin' we can do. Nothin'.

Here now. What's all this bloomin' nothin' talk?

He's forgettin' us, he is.

Come on. Let us have a go at it.

Hmm, looks like Robin has company.

Let's crash the bloomin' party. Aye?

What we stopping for, Jerry?

There it is, Jerry.

There's where poor old Robin Hood is locked up tight, he is.

And there's the bloomin' key.

Howdy, guv'nor.

We'll have that bloomin' key out of him in no time.