Alan Dale's Death

The ending days of Robin Hood Troubadour: Alan Dale.

A jolly jest was he

Dances the tales of old

Green his foot and pale his lips

Sang a song so bold

An arrow struck upon thee

Fell down the song

For to his knees he came to be

And then quiet come done

The strings fell no pluck

The green turned to crisp

The forest was quiet and so he be

Scarlet blood ran the lips

The wolves turned to flee

No banner stand proud

For it was seen and came to be

Alan Dale shot down