I am a Jolly Foster

I am a jolly foster

And have been many a day

And foster will I be still

For shoot right well I may.

Wherefore should I hang up my horn

Upon the greenwood tree?

I can blow the death of a deer

As any that ever I see.

Wherefore should I tie up my hound

Unto the greenwood spray?

I can judge and make a suit

As well as any in may.