Royal Forester Steeleye Span

I am a forester of this land
As you may plainly see
It's the mantle of your maidenhead
That I would have from thee

He's taken her by the milk-white hand
And by the leylan sleeve
He's lain her down upon her back
And asked no man's leave
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

Now since you've lain me down young man
You must take me up again
And since you've had your will on me
Come tell to me your name
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

Some call me Jim, some call me John
Begad it's all the same
But when I'm in the king's hight court
Erwilian is my name
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an

She being a good scholar
She's spelt it over again
Erwilian, that's a Latin word
But Willy is your name
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an