I was going quietly into the night,
when the Sheriff of Nottingham came to fight;
he called to his officers, one by one.
and they showed me the business end of their guns;
I said, “Sheriff, what's this? I’ve done nothing wrong,
I’m just finding the rhymes to the lines of my song!.”
And he said, “that don’t matter none; you’ll do time
you’ll be breaking rocks before the church bells chime!”