Author Anonymous Mony aue speaks o grass, o grass, And mony mare o corn, And mony ane sings o Robin Heed Kens little whare he was born. He was born in good green wood, At the fut o yon olive tree; His father was a knight's ae son, And his mother a lady free. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments