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BERTRAND  H.  BRONSON 

bequeathed  by  him 
or  donated  by  his  wife 

Mildred  S.  Bronson 


ENGLISH  AND  SCOTTISH 


BALLADS 


EDITED   BY 

FKANCIS  JAMES   CHILD. 


VOLUME   V. 


BOSTON: 
LITTLE,    BROWN    AND    COMPANY 


M.DCCC.LX. 


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CONTENTS  OF  VOLUME  FIFTH. 

BOOK  V. 

Page 

INTRODUCTION.    Robin  Hood vii 

1.      Robin  Hood  and  the  Monk 1 

2  a.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Potter 17 

2  b.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Butcher 33 

3.  Robyn  and  Gandelyn 38 

4.  A  Lytell  Geste  of  Robyn  Hode 42 

6.      Adam  Bel,  Clym  of  the  Cloughe,  and  Wyllyam  of 

Cloudesle" 124 

6.  Robin  Hood  and  Guy  of  Gisborne 159 

7.  The  Birth  of  Robin  Hood 170 

8  a.  Rose  the  Red,  and  White  Lilly 173 

8  b.  The  Wedding  of  Robin  Hood  and  Little  John 184 

9  a.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Beggar 187 

9  b.  The  Jolly  Finder  of  Wakefield,  with  Robin  Hood, 

Scarlet,  and  John , 204 

9  c.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Ranger 207 

9  d.  Robin  Hoods  Delight 211 

9  e.  Robin  Hood  and  Little  John 216 

9  f.   Robin  Hood  and  the  Tanner 223 

9  g.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Tinker 230 

9  h.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Shepherd 238 

9  i.    Robin  Hood  and  the  Peddlers 243 

9  k.  The  Bold  Pedlar  and  Robin  Hood 248 

9  1.   Robin  Hood  and  the  Beggar,  Part  1 251 

10  a.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Beggar,  Part  U 255 

10  b.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Old  Man.. .                            . .  257 


Xii  CONTENTS. 

Page 

10  c.  Robin  Hood  rescuing  the  Widows  three  Sons 261 

10  d.  Robin  Hood  rescuing  the  three  Squires 267 

11.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Curtail  Fryer 271 

12.  Robin  Hood  and  Allin-a-Dale 278 

13.  Robin  Hoods  rescuing  Will  Stutly 283 

14.  Robin  Hoods  Progress  to  Nottingham 290 

15.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Bishop  of  Hereford 294 

16.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Bishop 298 

17.  Robin  Hoods  Golden  Prize 303 

18.  Robin  Hoods  Death  and  Burial 308 

19.  Robin  Hood  and  Queen  Katherine 312 

20.  Robin  Hoods  Chase 320 

21.  Little  John  and  the  Four  Beggers 325 

22.  The  Noble  Fisherman,  or,  Robin  Hoods  Preferment  329 

23.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Tanners  Daughter 334 

APPENDIX. 

1.  Robin  Hood's  Birth,  Breeding,  Valour,  and  Marriage,  343 

2.  A  True  Tale  of  Robin  Hood 353 

3.  Robin  Hood  and  Maid  Marian 372 

4.  The  Kings  Disguise  and  Friendship  with  Robin  Hood  376 

5.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Golden  Arrow 383 

6.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Valiant  Knight 388 

7.  The  Birth  of  Robin  Hood 392 

8.  Rose  the  Red,  and  White  Lillie 396 

9.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Stranger 404 

10.  Robin  Hood  and  the  Scotchman 418 

11.  The  Playe  of  Robyn  Hode 420 

12.  Fragment  of  an  Interlude  (?)  of  Robin  Hood 428 

13.  By  Landsdale  hey  ho 431 

14.  In  Sherwood  livde  stout  Robin  Hood 433 

15.  The  Song  of  Robin  Hood  and  his  Huntesmen 434 

GLOSSARY ,.  437 


BOOK  V 


VOL.  V. 


ROBIN  HOOD. 


THERE  is  no  one  of  the  royal  heroes  of  Eng 
land  that  enjoys  a  more  enviable  reputation  than 
the  bold  outlaw  of  Barnsdale  and  Sherwood. 
His  chance  for  a  substantial  immortality  is  at  least 
as  good  as  that  of  stout  Lion  Heart,  wild  Prince 
Hal,  or  merry  Charles.  His  fame  began  with 
the  yeomanry  full  five  hundred  years  ago,  was 
constantly  increasing  for  two  or  three  centuries, 
has  extended  to  all  classes  of  society,  and,  with 
some  changes  of  aspect,  is  as  great  as  ever.  Bish 
ops,  sheriffs,  and  game-keepers,  the  only  enemies 
he  ever  had,  have  relinquished  their  ancient 
grudges,  and  Englishmen  would  be  almost  as 
loath  to  surrender  his  exploits  as  any  part  of  the 
national  glory.  His  free  life  in  the  woods,  his  un 
erring  eye  and  strong  arm,  his  open  hand  and  love 
of  fair-play,  his  never-forgotten  courtesy,  his  re 
spect  for  women  and  devotion  to  Mary,  form  a 
picture  eminently  healthful  and  agreeable  to  the 
imagination,  and  commend  him  to  the  hearty  favor 
of  all  genial  minds. 


Vlll  INTRODUCTION. 

But  securely  established  as  Robin  Hood  is  in 
popular  esteem,  his  historical  position  is  by  no 
means  well  ascertained,  and  his  actual  existence 
has  been  a  subject  of  shrewd  doubt  and  discus 
sion.  "  A  tale  of  Robin  Hood " *  is  an  old 
proverb  for  the  idlest  of  stories,  yet  all  the 
materials  at  our  command  for  making  up  an 
opinion  on  these  questions  are  precisely  of  this 
description.  They  consist,  that  is  to  say,  in  a 
few  ballads  of  unknown  antiquity.  These  ballads, 
or  others  like  them,  are  clearly  the  authority  upon 
which  the  statements  of  the  earlier  chroniclers 
who  take  notice  of  Robin  Hood  are  founded. 
They  are  also,  to  all  appearances,  the  original 
source  of  the  numerous  and  widespread  tradi 
tions  concerning  him ;  which,  unless  the  contrary 
can  be  shown,  must  be  regarded,  after  what  we 
have  observed  in  similar  cases,  as  having  been 
suggested  by  the  very  legends  to  which,  in  the 
vulgar  belief,  they  afford  an  irresistible  confirma 
tion. 

Various  periods,  ranging  from  the  time  of  Rich 
ard  the  First  to  near  the  end  of  the  reign  of  Ed 
ward  the  Second,  have  been  selected  by  different 
writers  as  the  age  of  Robin  Hood  ;  but  (excepting 
always  the  most  ancient  ballads,  which  may  possi 
bly  be  placed  within  these  limits)  no  mention  what- 

i  "  This  is  a  tale  indeed  of  Robin  Hood, 

Which  to  beleeve  might  show  my  wits  but  weake." 

Harington's  Ariosto,  p.  391,  as  cited  by  Ritson. 


INTRODUCTION.  IX 

ever  is  made  of  him  in  literature  before  the  latter 
half  of  the  reign  of  Edward  the  Third.  «  Rhymes 
of  Robin  Hood"1  are  then  spoken  of  by  the  author 
of  Piers  Ploughman,  (assigned  to  about  1362,)  as 
better  known  to  idle  fellows  than  pious  songs,  and 
from  the  manner  of  the  allusion  it  is  a  just  infer 
ence  that  such  rhymes  were  at  that  time  no 
novelties.  The  next  notice  is  in  Wyntown's 
Scottish  Chronicle,  written  about  1420,  where  the 
following  lines  occur — without  any  connection,  and 
in  the  form  of  an  entry — under  the  year  1283. 

"  Lytil  Jhon  and  Robyne  Hude 
Waythmen  ware  commendyd  gude : 
In  Yngilwode  and  Barnysdale 
Thai  oysyd  all  this  time  thare  trawale."2 

At  last  we  encounter  Robin  Hood  in  what  may 
be  called  history ;  first  of  all  in  a  passage  of  the 

1  Sloth  says  :— 

"  I  kan  noght  parfitly  my  pater-noster, 
As  the  preest  it  syngeth, 
But  I  kan  rymes  of  Robyn  Hood, 
And  Randolf  erl  of  Chestre." 

Wright's  ed.  v.  3275-8. 

2  A  writer  in  the  Edinburgh  Review,  (July,  1847,  p.  134,) 
has  cited  an  allusion  to  Robin  Hood,  of  a  date  intermediate 
between  the  passages  from  Wyntown,  and  the  one  about  to 
be  cited  from  Bower.     In  the  year  1439,  a  petition  was  pre 
sented  to  Parliament  against  one  Piers  Venables  of  Aston,  in 
Derbyshire,  "  who  having  no  liflode,  ne  sufficeante  of  goodes, 
gadered  and  assembled  unto  him  many  misdoers,  beynge  of 
his  clothynge,  and,  in  manere  of  insurrection,  wente   into 
the  wodes  in  that  countrie,  like  as  it  hadde  be  Itobyn  Hode 
ind  his  meyne.    Rot.  Parl.  v.  16. 


X  INTRODUCTION. 

Scotichromcon,  often  quoted,  and  highly  curious  as 
containing  the  earliest  theory  upon  this  subject. 
The  Scotichronicon  was  written  partly  by  For- 
dun,  canon  of  Aberdeen,  between  1377  and  1384, 
and  partly  by  his  pupil  Bower,  abbot  of  St. 
Columba,  about  1450.  Fordun  has  the  character 
of  a  man  of  judgment  and  research,  and  any 
statement  or  opinion  delivered  by  him  would  be 
entitled  to  respect.  Of  Bower,  not  so  much  can 
be  said.  He  largely  interpolated  the  work  of  his 
master,  and  sometimes  with  the  absurdest  fictions.1 
Among  his  interpolations?  and  forming,  it  is  im 
portant  to  observe,  no  part  of  the  original  text,  is 
a  passage  translated  as  follows.8  It  is  inserted 
immediately  after  Fordun's  account  of  the  defeat 
of  Simon  de  Montfort,  and  the  punishments 
inflicted  on  his  adherents. 

"At  this  time,  (sc.  1266,)  from  the  number  of 
those  who  had  been  deprived  of  their  estates,  arose 
the  celebrated  bandit  Robert  Hood  (with  Little 
John  and  their  accomplices)  whose  achievements 
the  foolish  vulgar  delight  to  celebrate  in  comedies 
and  tragedies,  while  the  ballads  upon  his  adven 
tures  sung  by  the  jesters  and  minstrels  are  pre 
ferred  to  all  others. 

"Some  things  to  his   honor   are  also   related, 

1  "  Legendis  non  raro    incredibilibus    aliisque   plusquara 
anilibus  neniis."     Hearne,  Scotichronicon,  p.  xxix. 

2  Hearne.    Mr.  Hunter  agrees  to  this. 
»  Hearne,  p.  774. 


INTRODUCTION.  XI 

as  appears  from  this.  Once  on  a  time,  when, 
having  incurred  the  anger  of  the  king  and  the 
prince,  he  could  hear  mass  nowhere  but  in  Barns- 
dale,  while  he  was  devoutly  occupied  with  the 
service,  (for  this  was  his  wont,  nor  would  he  ever 
suffer  it  to  be  interrupted  for  the  most  pressing 
occasion,)  he  was  surprised  by  a  certain  sheriff 
and  officers  of  the  king,  who  had  often  troubled 
him  before,  in  the  secret  place  in  the  woods  where 
he  was  engaged  in  worship  as  aforesaid.  Some 
of  his  men,  who  had  taken  the  alarm,  came  to  him 
and  begged  him  to  fly  with  all  speed.  This,  out 
of  reverence  for  the  host,  which  he  was  then  most 
devoutly  adoring,  he  positively  refused  to  do.  But 
while  the  rest  of  his  followers  were  trembling  for 
their  lives,  Robert,  confiding  in  him  whom  he 
worshipped,  fell  on  his  enemies  with  a  few  who 
chanced  to  be  with  him,  and  easily  got  the  better 
of  them  ;  and  having  enriched  himself  with  their 
plunder  and  ransom,  he  was  led  from  that  time 
forth  to  hold  ministers  of  the  church  and  masses 
in  greater  veneration  than  ever,  mindful  of  the 
common  saying  that 

"  God  hears  the  man  who  often  hears  the  mass." 

In  another  place  Bower  writes  to  the  same 
effect:  "In  this  year  (1266)  the  dispossessed 
barons  of  England  and  the  royalists  were  engaged 
in  fierce  hostilities.  Among  the  former,  Roger 
Mortimer  occupied  the  Welsh  marches,  and  John 


Xli  INTRODUCTION. 

Daynil  the  Isle  of  Ely.  Robert  Hood  was  now 
living  in  outlawry  among  the  woodland  copses  and 
thickets."  1 

Mair,  a  Scottish  writer  of  the  first  quarter  of 
the  16th  century,  the  next  historian  who  takes 
cognizance  of  our  hero,  and  the  only  other  that 
requires  any  attention,  has  a  passage  which  may 
be  considered  in  connection  with  the  foregoing. 
In  his  Historia  Majoris  Brittanice,  he  remarks, 
under  the  reign  of  Richard  the  First :  "  About 
this  time  [1189-99],  as  I  conjecture,  the  notorious 
robbers  Robert  Hood  of  England  and  Little  John 
lurked  in  the  woods,  spoiling  the  goods  only  of 
rich  men.  They  slew  nobody  but  those  who  at 
tacked  them,  or  offered  resistance  in  defence  of 
their  property.  Robert  maintained  by  his  plun 
der  a  hundred  archers,  so  skilful  in  fight  that 
four  hundred  brave  men  feared  to  attack  them. 
He  suffered  no  woman  to  be  maltreated,  and 
never  robbed  the  poor,  but  assisted  them  abun 
dantly  with  the  wealth  which  he  took  from 
abbots." 

It  appears  then  that  contemporaneous  history 
is  absolutely  silent  concerning  Robin  Hood  ;  that, 
excepting  the  casual  allusion  in  Piers  Ploughman, 
he  is  first  mentioned  by  a  rhyming  chronicler,  who 
wrote  one  hundred  years  after  the  latest  date  at 
which  he  can  possibly  be  supposed  to  have  lived, 
and  then  by  two  prose  chroniclers,  who  wrote  about 
1  Scotichronicon,  ed.  Goodall,  ii.  104. 


INTRODUCTION.  Xlll 

one  hundred  and  twenty-live  years  and  two  hun 
dred  years  respectively  after  that  date ;  and  it  is 
further  manifest  that  all  three  of  these  chroniclers 
had  no  other  authority  for  their  statements  than 
traditional  tales  similar  to  those  which  have 
come  down  to  our  day.1  When,  therefore,  Thierry, 
relying  upon  these  chronicles  and  kindred  popular 
legends,  unhesitatingly  adopts  the  conjecture  of 
Mair,  and  describes  Robin  Hood  as  the  hero  of  the 
Saxon  serfs,  the  chief  of  a  troop  of  Saxon  banditti 
that  continued,  even  to  the  reign  of  Coeur  de  Lion, 
a  determined  resistance  against  the  Norman  inva 
ders,2  and  when  another  able  and  plausible  writer 
accepts  and  maintains,  with  equal  confidence,  the 
hypothesis  of  Bower,  and  exhibits  the  renowned 
outlaw  as  an  adherent  of  Simon  de  Montfort,  who,, 
after  the  fatal  battle  of  Evesham,  kept  up  a  vig 
orous  guerilla  warfare  against  the  officers  of  the 
tyrant  Henry  the  Third,  and  of  his  successor,8  we 
must  regard  these  representations  which  were 
conjectural  three  or  four  centuries  ago,  as  conjec- 

1  A  comparison  of  the  legends  concerning  William  Tell, 
as  they  appear  in  any  of  the  recent  discussions  of  the  sub 
ject,  (e.  g.  Ideler's  Sage  von  dem   Schuss  des   Tell,  Berlin, 
1836,)  with  those  of  Robin  Hood  and  Adam  Bell,  will  be 
found  interesting  and  instructive. 

2  In  his  Histoire  de  la  Conquete  de  1' Angleterre  par  les  Nor- 
mands,  1.  xi.    Thierry  was  anticipated  in  his  theory  by  Barry, 
in  a  dissertation  cited  by  Mr.  Wright  in  his  Essays :   These  de 
Litterature  sur  les  Viccissitudes  et  les  Transformations  du  Cycle 
populaire  de  Robin  Hood.     Paris,  1832. 

3  London  and  Westminster  Review,  vol.  xxxiii.  p.  424. 


XIV  INTRODUCTION. 

tures  still,  and  even  as  arbitrary  conjectures,  unless 
one  or  the  other  can  be  proved  from  the  only  author 
ities  we  have,  the  ballads,  to  have  a  peculiar 
intrinsic  probability.  That  neither  of  them  pos 
sesses  this  intrinsic  probability  may  easily  be 
shown,  but  first  it  will  be  advisable  to  notice 
another  theory,  which  is  more  plausibly  founded 
on  internal  evidence,  and  claims  to  be  confirmed 
by  documents  of  unimpeachable  validity. 

This  theory  has  been  propounded  by  the  Rev. 
John  Hunter,  in  one  of  his  Critical  and  Historical 
Tracts.1  Mr.  Hunter  admits  that  Robin  Hood 
"  lives  only  as  a  hero  of  song ; "  that  he  is  not 
found  in  authentic  contemporary  chronicles ;  and 
that,  when  we  find  him  mentioned  in  history,  "  the 
information  was  derived  from  the  ballads,  and  is 
not  independent  of  them  or  correlative  with  them." 
While  making  these  admissions,  he  accords  a  con 
siderable  degree  of  credibility  to, the  ballads,  and 
particularly  to  the  Lytell  Geste,  the  last  two  jits 
of  which  he  regards  as  giving  a  tolerably  accurate 
account  of  real  occurrences. 

In  this  part  of  the  story,  King  Edward  is  repre 
sented  as  coming  to  Nottingham  to  take  Robin 
Hood.  He  traverses  Lancashire  and  a  part  of 
Yorkshire,  and  finds  his  forests  nearly  stripped  of 
their  deer,  but  can  get  no  trace  of  the  author  of 
these  extensive  depredations.  At  last,  by  the 
advice  of  one  of  his  foresters,  assuming  with  sev- 

i  No.  4.   The  Ballad  Hero,  Robin  Hood.    June,  1852. 


INTRODUCTION.  XV 

eral  of  his  knights  the  dress  of  a  monk,  he  pro 
ceeds  from  Nottingham  to  Sherwood,  and  there 
soon  encounters  the  object  of  his  search.  He 
submits  to  plunder  as  a  matter  of  course,  and  then 
announces  himself  as  a  messenger  sent  to  invite 
Robin  Hood  to  the  royal  presence.  The  outlaw 
receives  this  message  with  great  respect.  There 
is  no  man  in  the  world,  he  says,  whom  he  loves 
so  much  as  his  king.  The  monk  is  invited  to  re 
main  and  dine  ;  and  after  the  repast,  an  exhibition 
of  archery  is  ordered,  in  which  a  bad  shot  is  to  be 
punished  by  a  buffet  from  the  hand  of  the  chief 
tain.  Robin  having  once  failed  of  the  mark  re 
quests  the  monk  to  administer  the  penalty.  He 
receives  a  staggering  blow,  which  rouses  his  sus 
picions,  recognizes  the  king  on  an  attentive  con 
sideration  of  his  countenance,  entreats  grace  for 
himself  and  his  followers,  and  is  freely  pardoned 
on  condition  that  he  and  they  shall  enter  into 
the  king's  service.  To  this  he  agrees,  and  for 
fifteen  months  resides  at  court.  At  the  end 
of  this  time  he  has  lost  all  his  followers  but  two, 
and  spent  all  his  money,  and  feels  that  he  shall 
pine  to  death  with  sorrow  in  such  a  life.  He 
returns  accordingly  to  the  green  wood,  collects  his 
old  followers  around  him,  and  for  twenty-two  years 
maintains  his  independence  in  defiance  of  the 
power  of  Edward. 

Without  asserting  the  literal  verity  of  all  the 
particulars  of  this  narrative,  Mr.  Hunter  attempts 


Xvi  INTRODUCTION. 

to  show  that  it  contains  a  substratum  of  fact. 
Edward  the  First,  he  informs  us,  was  never  in 
Lancashire  after  he  became  king,  and  if  Edward 
the  Third  was  ever  there  at  all,  it  was  not  in  the 
early  years  of  his  reign.  But  Edward  the  Sec 
ond  did  make  one  single  progress  in  Lancashire, 
and  this  in  the  year  1323.  During  this  pro 
gress  the  king  spent  some  time  at  Nottingham, 
and  took  particular  note  of  the  condition  of  his 
forests,  and  among  these  of  the  forest  of  Sher 
wood.  Supposing  now  that  the  incidents  detailed 
in  the  Lytell  Geste  really  took  place  at  this  time, 
Robin  Hood  must  have  entered  into  the  royal  ser 
vice  before  the  end  of  the  year  1323.  It  is  a  sin 
gular,  and  in  the  opinion  of  Mr.  Hunter  a  very 
pregnant  coincidence,  that,  in  certain  Exchequer 
documents  containing  accounts  of  expenses  in  the 
king's  household,  the  name  of  Robyn  Hode  (or 
Robert  Hood)  is  found  several  times,  beginning 
with  the  24th  of  March,  1324,  among  the  "por 
ters  of  the  chamber  "  of  the  king.  He  received, 
with  Simon  Hood  and  others,  the  wages  of  three 
pence  a  day.  In  August  of  the  following  year 
Robin  Hood  suffers  deduction  from  his  pay  for 
non-attendance,  his  absences  grow  frequent,  and, 
on  the  22d  of  November,  he  is  discharged  with  a 
present  of  five  shillings,  "poar  cas  qil  ne  poait 
pluis  travaiUer.1 

It  remains  still  for  Mr.  Hunter  to  account  for  the 
1  Hunter,  p.  28,  p.  35-38. 


INTRODUCTION.  XV11 

existence  of  a  band  of  seven  score  of  outlaws  in 
the  reign  of  Edward  the  Second,  in  or  about 
Yorkshire.  The  stormy  and  troublous  reigns  of 
the  Plantagenets  make  this  a  matter  of  no  diffi 
culty.  Running  his  finger  down  the  long  list  of 
rebellions  and  commotions,  he  finds  that  early  in 
1322  England  was  convulsed  by  the  insurrection 
of  Thomas  Earl  of  Lancaster,  the  king's  near 
relation,  supported  by  many  powerful  noblemen. 
The  Earl's  chief  seat  was  the  castle  of  Pontefract, 
in  the  West  Riding  of  Yorkshire.  He  is  said  to 
have  been  popular,  and  it  would  be  a  fair  inference 
that  many  of  his  troops  were  raised  in  this  part  of 
England.  King  Edward  easily  got  the  better  of 
the  rebels  and  took  exemplary  vengeance  upon 
them.  Many  of  the  leaders  were  at  once  put  to 
death,  and  the  lives  of  all  their  partisans  were  in 
danger.  Is  it  impossible  then,  asks  Mr.  Hunter, 
that  some  who  had  been  in  the  army  of  the  Earl, 
secreted  themselves  in  the  woods  and  turned  their 
skill  in  archery  against  the  king's  subjects  or  the 
king's  deer  ;  "  that  these  were  the  men  who  for 
so  long  a  time  haunted  Barnsdale  and  Sherwood, 
and  that  Robin  Hood  was  one  of  them,  a  chief 
amongst  them,  being  really  of  a  rank  originally 
somewhat  superior  to  the  rest  ?  " 

We  have  then  three  different  hypotheses  con 
cerning  Robin  Hood,  one  placing  him  in  the  reign  of 
Richard  the  First,  another  in  that  of  Henry  the 


Xviii  INTRODUCTION. 

Third,  and  the  last  under  Edward  the  Second,  and 
all  describing  him  as  a  political  foe  to  the  establish 
ed  government.  To  all  of  these  hypotheses  there 
are  two  very  obvious  and  decisive  objections.  The 
first  is  that  Robin  Hood,  as  already  remarked,  is 
not  so  much  as  named  in  contemporary  history. 
Whether  as  the  unsubdued  leader  of  the  Saxon 
peasantry,  or  insurgent  against  the  tyranny  of 
Henry  or  Edward,  it  is  inconceivable  that  we 
should  not  hear  something  of  him  from  the 
chroniclers.  If,  as  Thierry  says,  "  he  had  chosen 
Hereward  for  his  model,"  it  is  unexplained  and 
inexplicable  why  his  historical  fate  has  been  so 
different  from  that  of  Hereward.  The  hero  of  the 
Camp  of  Refuge  fills  an  ample  place  in  the  annals 
of  his  day ;  his  achievements  are  also  handed  down 
in  a  prose  romance  which  presents  many  points 
of  resemblance  to  the  ballads  of  Robin  Hood.  It 
would  have  been  no  wonder  if  the  vulgar  legends 
about  Hereward  had  utterly  perished,  but  it  is 
altogether  anomalous  *  that  a  popular  champion 
who  attained  so  extraordinary  a  notoriety  in  song, 
a  man  living  from  one  hundred  to  two  hundred 
and  fifty  years  later  than  Hereward,  should  be 
passed  over  without  one  word  of  notice  from  any 

1  Mr.  Hunter  thinks  it  necessaiy  to  prove  that  it  was 
formerly  a  usage  in  England  to  celebrate  real  events  in  popu 
lar  song.  We  submit  that  it  has  been  still  more  customary 
to  celebrate  them  in  history,  when  they  were  of  public  im 
portance.  The  case  of  private  and  domestic  stories  is  dif 
ferent. 


INTRODUCTION.  XIX 

authoritative  historian.1  That  this  would  not  be 
so,  we  are  most  fortunately  able  to  demonstrate 
by  reference  to  a  real  case  which  furnishes  a 
singularly  exact  parallel  to  the  present,  that  of 
the  famous  outlaw,  Adam  Gordon.  In  the  year 
1267,  says  the  continuator  of  Matthew  Paris,  a 
soldier  by  the  name  of  Adam  Gordon,  who  had 
lost  his  estates  with  other  adherents  of  Simon  de 
Montfort,  and  refused  to  seek  the  mercy  of  the 
king,  established  himself  with  others  in  like  cir 
cumstances  near  a  woody  and  tortuous  road  be 
tween  the  village  of  Wilton  and  the  castle  of 
Farnham,  from  which  position  he  made  forays  into 
the  country  round  about,  directing  his  attacks  es 
pecially  against  those  who  were  of  the  king's  party. 
Prince  Edward  had  heard  much  of  the  prowess 
and  honorable  character  of  this  man,  and  desired  to 
have  some  personal  knowledge  of  him.  He  suc 
ceeded  in  surprising  Gordon  with  a  superior 
force,  and  engaged  him  in  single  combat,  forbid 
ding  any  of  his  own  followers  to  interfere.  They 
fought  a  long  time,  and  the  prince  was  so  filled 
with  admiration  of  the  courage  and  spirit  of  his 
antagonist  that  he  promised  him  life  and  fortune  on 
condition  of  his  surrendering.  To  these  terms  Gor- 

1  Most  remarkable  of  all  would  this  be,  should  we  adopt 
the  views  of  Mr.  Hunter,  because  we  know  from  the  inci 
dental  testimony  of  Piers  Ploughman,  that  only  forty  years 
after  the  date  fixed  upon  for  the  outlaw's  submission,  "  rhymes 
of  Robin  Hood,"  were  in  the  mouth  of  every  tavern  lounger; 
and  yet  no  chronicler  can  spare  him  a  word. 


XX  INTRODUCTION. 

don  acceded,  his  estates  were  restored,  and  Edward 
found  him  ever  after  an  attached  and  faithful 
servant.1  The  story  is  romantic,  and  yet  Adam 
Goixion  was  not  made  the  subject  of  ballads. 
Caruit  vote  sacro.  The  contemporary  his 
torians,  however,  all  have  a  paragraph  for  him. 
He  is  celebrated  by  Wikes,  the  Chronicle  of 
Dunstaple,  the  Waverley  Annals,  and  we  know 
not  where  else  besides. 

But  these  theories  are  open  to  an  objection 
stronger  even  than  the  silence  of  history.  They 
are  contradicted  by  the  spirit  of  the  ballads. 
No  line  of  these  songs  breathes  political  ani 
mosity.  There  is  no  suggestion  or  reminiscence 
of  wrong,  from  invading  Norman,  or  from  the 
established  sovereign.  On  the  contrary,  Robin 
loved  no  man  in  the  world  so  well  as  his  king. 
What  the  tone  of  these  ballads  would  have  been, 
had  Robin  Hood  been  any  sort  of  partisan,  we 
may  judge  from  the  mournful  and  indignant 
strains  which  were  poured  out  on  the  fall  of  De 
Montfort.  We  should  have  heard  of  the  fatal 
field  of  Hastings,  of  the  perfidy  of  Henry,  of  the 
sanguinary  revenge  of  Edward,  and  not  of 
matches  at  archery  and  encounters  at  quarter- 
staff,  the  plundering  of  rich  abbots,  and  squabbles 
with  the  sheriff.  The  Robin  Hood  of  our  ballads 
is  neither  patriot  under  ban,  nor  proscribed  rebel. 
An  outlaw  indeed  he  is,  but  an  "  outlaw  for  veny- 

1  Matthew  Paris,  London,  1640,  p.  1002. 


INTRODUCTION.  xxi 

son,"  like  Adam  Bell,  and  one  who  superadds  to 
deer-stealing  the  irregularity  of  a  genteel  highway 
robbery. 

Thus  much  of  these  conjectures  in  general.  To 
recur  to  the  particular  evidence  by  which  Mr.  Hun 
ter's  theory  is  supported,  this  consists  principally 
in  the  name  of  Robin  Hood  being  found  among 
the  king's  servants  shortly  after  Edward  II.  re 
turned  from  his  visit  to  the  north  of  his  dominions. 
But  the  value  of  this  coincidence  depends  entirely 
upon  the  rarity  of  the  name.1  Now  Hood,  as 
Mr.  Hunter  himself  remarks,  is  a  well-established 
hereditary  name  in  the  reigns  of  the  Edwards. 
We  find  it  very  frequently  in  the  indexes  to  the 
Record  Publications,  and  this  although  it  does  not 
belong  to  the  higher  class  of  people.  That  Robert 
was  an  ordinary  Christian  name  requires  no  proof, 
and  if  it  was,  the  combination  of  Robert  Hood  must 
have  been  frequent  also.  We  have  taken  no  extra 
ordinary  pains  to  hunt  up  this  combination,  for 
really  the  matter  is  altogether  too  trivial  to  justify 
the  expense  of  time ;  but  since  to  some  minds 
much  may  depend  on  the  coincidence  in  question, 

1  Mr.  Hunter  had  previously  instituted  a  similar  argument 
in  the  case  of  Adam  Bell,  and  doubtless  the  reasoning  might 
be  extended  to  Will  Scathlock  and  Little  John.  With  a  little 
more  rummaging  of  old  account-books  we  shall  be  enabled  to 
"  comprehend  all  vagrom  men."  It  is  a  pity  that  the  Sheriff 
of  Nottingham  could  not  have  availed  himself  of  the  services 
of  our  "  detective."  The  sagacity  that  has  identified  the 
Porter  might  easily,  we  imagine,  have  unmasked  the  Potter. 

VOL.    V.  C 


XXli  INTRODUCTION. 

we  will  cite  several  Robin  Hoods  in  the  reign  of 
the  Edwards. 

28th  Ed.  I.  Robert  Hood,  a  citizen  of  London, 
says  Mr.  Hunter,  supplied  the  king's  household 
with  beer. 

30th  Ed.  I.  Robert  Hood  is  sued  for  three 
acres  of  pasture  land  in  Throckley,  Northumber 
land.  (Rot.  Orig.  Abbrev.) 

7th  Ed.  II.  Robert  Hood  is  surety  for  a 
burgess  returned  for  Lostwithiel,  Cornwall.  (Par 
liamentary  Writs.) 

9th  Ed.  II.  Robert  Hood  is  a  citizen  of  Wake- 
field,  Yorkshire,  whom  Mr.  Hunter  (p.  47)  "  may 
be  justly  charged  with  carrying  supposition  too 
far  "  by  striving  to  identify  with  Robin  the  porter. 

10th  Ed.  III.  A  Robert  Hood,  of  Howden, 
York,  is  mentioned  in  the  Calendarium  Rot. 
Patent. 

Adding  the  Robin  Hood  of  the  17th  Ed.  II. 
we  have  six  persons  of  that  name  mentioned 
within  a  period  of  less  than  forty  years,  and  this 
circumstance  does  not  dispose  us  to  receive  with 
great  favor  any  argument  that  may  be  founded 
upon  one  individual  case  of  its  occurrence.  But 
there  is  no  end  to  the  absurdities  which  flow 
from  this  supposition.  We  are  to  believe  that  the 
weak  and  timid  prince  that  had  severely  punished 
his  kinsman  and  his  nobles,  freely  pardoned  a 
yeoman,  who,  after  serving  with  the  rebels,  had  for 
twenty  months  made  free  with  the  king's  deer 


INTRODUCTION.  XX111 

and  robbed  on  the  highway,  and  not  only  pardoned 
him,  but  received  him  into  service  near  his  person. 
We  are  further  to  believe  that  the  man  who  had 
led  so  daring  and  jovial  a  life,  and  had  so  gener 
ously  dispensed  the  pillage  of  opulent  monks,  will 
ingly  entered  into  this  service,  doffed  his  Lincoln 
green  for  the  Plantagenet  plush,  and  consented  to 
be  enrolled  among  royal  flunkies  for  three  pence  a 
day.  And  again,  admitting  all  this,  we  are  finally 
obliged  by  Mr.  Hunter's  document  to  concede  that 
the  stalwart  archer  (who,  according  to  the  ballad, 
maintained  himself  two  and  twenty  years  in  the 
wood)  was  worn  out  by  his  duties  as  "  proud  por 
ter"  in  less  than  two  years,  and  was  discharged  a 
superannuated  lackey,  with  five  shillings  in  his 
pocket,  "poar  cas  qil  ne  poait  pirns  travailler." 

To  those  who  are  well  acquainted  with  ancient 
popular  poetry,  the  adventure  of  King  Edward 
and  Robin  Hood,  will  seem  the  least  eligible  por 
tion  of  this  circle  of  story  for  the  foundation  of 
an  historical  theory.  The  ballad  of  King  Ed 
ward  and  Robin  Hood  is  but  one  version  of  an 
extremely  multiform  legend,  of  which  the  tales  of 
King  JSdward  and  the  Shepherd  and  King  Edward 
and  the  Hermit  are  other  specimens ;  and  any 
one  who  will  take  the  trouble  to  examine  will  be 
convinced  that  all  these  stories  are  one  and  the 
same  thing,  the  personages  being  varied  for  the 
sake  of  novelty,  and  the  name  of  a  recent  or  of  the 
reigning  monarch  substituted  in  successive  ages 


XXIV  INTRODUCTION. 

for  that  of  a  predecessor.     (See  King  Edward 
the  Fourth  and  the  Tanner  of  Tamworth.) 

Rejecting,  then,  as  nugatory  every  attempt  to 
assign  Robin  Hood  a  definite  position  in  history, 
what  view  shall  we  adopt  ?  Are  all  these  tradi 
tions  absolute  fictions,  and  is  he  himself  a  pure 
creation  of  the  imagination  ?  Might  not  the  ballads 
under  consideration  have  a  basis  in  the  exploits 
of  a  real  person,  living  in  the  forests,  somewhere 
and  at  some  time  ?  Or,  denying  individual  exist 
ence  to  Robin  Hood,  and  particular  truth  to  the 
adventures  ascribed  to  him,  may  we  not  regard 
him  as  the  ideal  of  the  outlaw  class,  a  class  so 
numerous  in  all  the  countries  of  Europe  in  the 
middle  ages  ?  We  are  perfectly  contented  to  form 
no  opinion  upon  the  subject ;  but  if  compelled  to 
express  one,  we  should  say  that  this  last  sup 
position  (which  is  no  novelty)  possessed  decidedly 
more  likelihood  than  any  other.  Its  plausibility 
will  be  confirmed  by  attending  to  the  apparent  sig 
nification  of  the  name  Robin  Hood.  The  natural 
refuge  and  stronghold  of  the  outlaw  was  the  woods. 
Hence  he  is  termed  by  Latin  writers  silvaticus,  by 
the  Normans  forestier.  The  Anglo-Saxon  robber 
or  highwayman  is  called  a  wood-rover,  wealdgenga, 
and  the  Norse  word  for  outlaw  is  exactly  equiva 
lent.1  It  has  been  often  suggested  that  Robin  Hood 

i  See  Wright's  Essays,  ii.  207.  "  The  name  of  Witikind, 
the  famous  opponent  of  Charlemagne,  who  always  fled  before 
his  sight,  concealed  himself  in  the  forests,  and  returned  again 


INTRODUCTION.  XXV 

is  a  corruption,  or  dialectic  form,  of  Robin  of  the 
Wood,  and  when  we  remember  that  wood  is  pro 
nounced  hood  in  some  parts  of  England,1  (as 
whoop  is  pronounced  hoop  everywhere,)  and  that 
the  outlaw  bears  in  so  many  languages  a  name 
descriptive  of  his  habitation,  this  notion  will  not 
seem  an  idle  fancy. 

Various  circumstances,  however,  have  disposed 
writers  of  learning  to  look  further  for  a  solution 
of  the  question  before  us.  Mr.  Wright  propounds 
an  hypothesis  that  Robin  Hood  was  "  one  among 
the  personages  of  the  early  mythology  of  the 
Teutonic  peoples ; "  and  a  German  scholar,2  in  an 

in  his  absence,  is  no  more  than  iritu  chint,  in  Old  High  Dutch, 
and  signifies  the  son  of  the  wood,  an  appellation  which  he 
could  never  have  received  at  his  birth,  since  it  denotes  an 
exile  or  outlaw.  Indeed,  the  name  Witikind,  though  such 
a  person  seems  to  have  existed,  appears  to  be  the  representa 
tive  of  all  the  defenders  of  his  country  against  the  invaders." 
(Cf.  the  Three  Tells.) 

1  Thus,  in  Kent,  the  Hobby  Horse  is  called  liooden,  i.  e. 
wooden.    It  is  curious  that  Orlando,  in  As  You  Like  It,  (who 
represents  the  outlaw  Gamelyn  in  the   Tale  of  Gamelyn,  a 
tale  which  clearly  belongs  to  the  cycle  of  Robin  Hood,)  should 
be  the  son  of  Sir  Rowland  de  Bois.     Robin  de  Bois  (says  a 
writer   in   Notes   and   Queries,  vi.  597)   occurs   in   one   of 
Sue's  novels  "as  a  well-known  mythical  character,  whose 
name   is  employed  by  French  mothers  to    frighten    their 
children." 

2  Kuhn,  in  Haupt's  Zeitschrift  fur  deutsches  Alterthum,  v. 
472.     The  idea  of  a  northern  myth  will  of  course  excite  the 
alarm  of  all  sensible  patriotic  Englishmen,  (e.  g.  Mr.  Hunter, 
at  page  3  of  his  tract,)  and  the  bare  suggestion  of  Woden 
will  be  received,  in  the  same  quarters,  with  an  explosion 


XXVI  INTRODUCTION. 

exceedingly  interesting  article  which  throws  much 
light  on  the  history  of  English  sports,  has  en 
deavored  to  show  specifically  that  he  is  in  name 
and  substance  one  with  the  god  Woden.  The 
arguments  by  which  these  views  are  supported, 
though  in  their  present  shape  very  far  from  con 
vincing,  are  entitled  to  a  respectful  considera 
tion. 

The  most  important  of  these  arguments  are 
those  which  are  based  on  the  peculiar  connection 
between  Robin  Hood  and  the  month  of  May. 
Mr.  Wright  has  justly  remarked,  that  either  an 
express  mention  of  this  month,  or  a  vivid  descrip 
tion  of  the  season,  in  the  older  ballads,  shows  that 
the  feats  of  the  hero  were  generally  performed 
during  this  part  of  the  year.  Thus,  the  adventure 
of  Robin  Hood  and  the  Monk  befell  on  "  a  morning 
of  May."  Robin  Hood  and  the  Potter,  and  Robin 
Hood  and  Guy  of  Gisborne  begin,  like  Robin  Hood 
and  the  Monk,  with  a  description  of  the  season 
when  leaves  are  long,  blossoms  are  shooting,  and 
the  small  birds  are  singing,  and  this  season,  though 
called  summer,  is  at  the  same  time  spoken  of  as 
May  in  Robin  Hood  and  the  Monk,  which,  from 
the  description  there  given,  it  needs  must  be. 

of  scorn.  And  yet  we  find  the  famous  shot  of  Eigill,  one  of 
the  mythical  personages  of  the  Scandinavians,  (and  perhaps 
to  be  regarded  as  one  of  the  forms  of  Woden,)  attributed  in 
the  ballad  of  Adam  Bel  to  William  of  Cloudesly,  who  may  be 
considered  as  Robin  Hood  under  another  name.  See  the 
preface  to  Adam  Bel. 


INTRODUCTION.  XXV11 

The  liberation  of  Cloudesly  by  Adam  Bel  and 
Clym  of  the  Clough  is  also  achieved  "  on  a  merry 
morning  of  May." 

Robin  Hood  is  moreover  intimately  associated 
with  the  month  of  May  through  the  games  which 
were  celebrated  at  that  time  of  the  year.  The 
history  of  these  games  is  unfortunately  very  de 
fective,  and  hardly  extends  beyond  the  beginning 
of  the  16th  century.  By  that  time  their  primitive 
character  seems  to  have  been  corrupted,  or  at 
least  their  significance  was  so  far  forgotten,  that 
distinct  pastimes  and  ceremonials  were  capriciously 
intermixed.  At  the  beginning  of  the  16th  cen 
tury  the  May  sports  in  vogue  were,  besides  a 
contest  of  archery,  four  pageants, — the  Kingham, 
or  election  of  a  Lord  and  Lady  of  the  May,  other 
wise  called  Summer  King  and  Queen,  the  Morris 
Dance,  the  Hobby  Horse,  and  the  "  Robin  Hood." 
Though  these  pageants  were  diverse  in  their  origin, 
they  had,  at  the  epoch  of  which  we  write,  begun  to 
be  confounded ;  and  the  Morris  exhibited  a  ten 
dency  to  absorb  and  blend  them  all,  as,  from  its 
character,  being  a  procession  interspersed  with 
dancing,  it  easily  might  do.  We  shall  hardly  find 
the  Morris  pure  and  simple  in  the  English  May- 
game  ;  but  from  a  comparison  of  the  two  earliest 
representations  which  we  have  of  this  sport,  the 
Flemish  print  given  by  Douce  in  his  Illustrations 
of  Shakespeare,  and  Tollett's  celebrated  painted 
window,  (described  in  Johnson  and  Steevens's 


XXviii  INTRODUCTION. 

Shakespeare,*)  we  may  form  an  idea  of  what  was 
essential  and  what  adventitious  in  the  English 
spectacle.  The  Lady  is  evidently  the  central  per 
sonage  in  both.  She  is,  we  presume,  the  same  as 
the  Queen  of  May,  who  is  the  oldest  of  all  the 
characters  in  the  May  games,  and  the  apparent 
successor  to  the  Goddess  of  Spring  in  the  Roman 
Floralia.  In  the  English  Morris  she  is  called 
simply  The  Lady,  or  more  frequently  Maid  Ma 
rian,  a  name  which,  to  our  apprehension,  means 
Lady  of  the  May,  and  nothing  more.  A  fool  and 
a  taborer  seem  also  to  have  been  indispensable ; 
but  the  other  dancers  had  neither  names  nor  pe 
culiar  offices,  and  were  unlimited  in  number.  The 
Morris  then,  though  it  lost  in  allegorical  sig 
nificance,  would  gain  considerably  in  spirit  and 
variety  by  combining  with  the  other  shows.  Was 
it  not  natural,  therefore,  and  in  fact  inevitable, 
that  the  old  favorites  of  the  populace,  Robin  Hood, 
Friar  Tuck,  and  Little  John,  should  in  the  course 
of  time  displace  three  of  the  anonymous  perform 
ers  in  the  show  ?  This  they  had  pretty  effectually 
done  at  the  beginning  of  the  16th  century,  and  the 
Lady,  who  had  accepted  the  more  precise  designa 
tion  of  Maid  Marian,  was  after  that  generally 
regarded  as  the  consort  of  Robin  Hood,  though 
she  sometimes  appeared  in  the  Morris  without 
him.  In  like  manner,  the  Hobby  Horse  was 
quite  early  adopted  into  the  Morris,  of  which  it 
formed  no  original  part,  and  at  last  even  a  Dragon 


INTRODUCTION.  XXIX 

was  annexed  to  the  company.  Under  these  cir 
cumstances  we  cannot  be  surprised  to  find  the 
principal  performers  in  the  May  pageants  passing 
the  one  into  the  other;  to  find  the  May  King, 
whose  occupation  was  gone  when  the  fascinating 
outlaw  had  supplanted  him  in  the  favor  of  the 
Lady,  assuming  the  part  of  the  Hobby  Horse,1 
Robin  Hood  usurping  the  title  of  King  of  the 
May,2  and  the  Hobby  Horse  entering  into  a 
contest  with  the  Dragon,  as  St.  George. 

We  feel  obliged  to  regard  this  interchange  of 
functions  among  the  characters  in  the  English 
May  pageants  as  fortuitous,  notwithstanding  the  co 
incidence  of  the  May  King  sometimes  appearing 
on  horseback  in  Germany,  and  notwithstanding 
our  conviction  that  Kuhn  is  right  in  maintain 
ing  that  the  May  King,  the  Hobby  Horse,  and 
the  Dragon-slayer,  are  symbols  of  one  mythical 
idea.  This  idea  we  are  compelled  by  want  of 
space  barely  to  state,  with  the  certainty  of  doing 
injustice  to  the  learning  and  ingenuity  with  which 
the  author  has  supported  his  views.  Kuhn  has 
shown  it  to  be  extremely  probable,  first,  that  the 
Christmas  games,  which  both  in  Germany  and 
England  have  a  close  resemblance  to  those  of 
Spring,  are  to  be  considered  as  a  prelude  to  the 
May  sports,  and  that  they  both  originally  symbol- 

1  As  in  Tollett's  window. 

2  In  Lord  Hailes's  Extracts  from  the  Book  of  the  Universal 
Kirk. 


XXX  INTRODUCTION. 

ized  the  victory  of  Summer  over  Winter,1  which, 
beginning  at  the  winter  solstice,  is  completed  in  the 
second  mouth  of  Spring ;  secondly,  that  the  con 
quering  Summer  is  represented  by  the  May  King, 
or  by  the  Hobby  Horse  (as  also  by  the  Dragon- 
slayer,  whether  St.  George,  Siegfried,  Apollo,  or 
the  Sanskrit  Indras)  ;  and  thirdly,  that  the  Hobby 
Horse  in  particular  represents  the  god  Woden, 
who,  as  well  as  Mars2  among  the  Romans,  is  the 
god  at  once  of  Spring  and  of  Victory. 

The  essential  point,  all  this  being  admitted,  is 
now  to  establish  the  identity  of  Robin  Hood  and 
the  Hobby  Horse.  This  we  think  we  have  shown 
cannot  be  done  by  reasoning  founded  on  the  early 
history  of  the  games  under  consideration.  Kuhn 
relies  principally  upon  two  modern  accounts  of 
Christmas  pageants.  In  one  of  these  pageants  there 
is  introduced  a  man  on  horseback,  who  carries  in 

1  More  openly  exhibited  in  the  mock  battle  between  Sum 
mer  and  Winter  celebrated  by  the  Scandinavians  in  honor  of 
May,  a  custom  still  retained  in  the  Isle  of  Man,  where  the 
month  is  every  year  ushered  in  with  a  contest  between  the 
Queen  of  Summer,  and  the  Queen  of  Winter.     (Brand's 
Antiquities,  by  Ellis,  i.  222,    257.)    A   similar  ceremony  in 
Germany,  occurring  at  Christmas,  is  noticed  by  Kuhn,  p.  478. 

2  Hence  the  Spring  begins  with  March.     The  connection 
with  Mars  suggests  a  possible  etymology  for  the  Morris — 
which  is  usually  explained,  for  want  of  something  better,  as  a 
Morisco   or  Moorish  dance.      There   is   some   resemblance 
between  the  Morris  and  the  Salic  dance.     The  Salic  games 
are  said  to  have  been  instituted  by  the  Veian  king  Morrius, 
a  name  pointing  to  Mars,  the  divinity  of  the  Salii.    Kuhn, 
488-493. 


INTRODUCTION.  XXXI 

his  hands  a  bow  and  arrows.  The  other  furnishes 
nothing  peculiar  except  a  name :  the  ceremony  is 
called  a  hoodenmg,  and  the  hobby  horse  a  hooden. 
In  the  rider  with  bow  and  arrows,  Kuhn  sees 
Robin  Hood  and  the  Hobby  Horse,  and  in  the 
name  hooden  (which  is  explained  by  the  authority 
he  quotes  to  mean  wooden)  he  discovers  a  pro 
vincial  form  of  wooden  which  connects  the  out 
law  and  the  divinity.1  It  will  be  generally 
agreed  that  these  slender  premises  are  totally  in 
adequate  to  support  the  weighty  conclusion  that 
is  rested  upon  them. 

Why  the  adventures  of  Robin  Hood  should  be 
specially  assigned,  as  they  are  in  the  old  ballads, 
to  the  month  of  May,  remains  unexplained.  We 
have  no  exquisite  reason  to  offer,  but  we  may 
perhaps  find  reason  good  enough  in  the  delicious 
stanzas  with  which  some  of  these  ballads  begin. 

In  summer  when  the  shawes  be  sheen, 

And  leaves  be  large  and  long, 
It  is  full  merry  in  fair  forest 

To  hear  the  fowles  song ; 
To  see  the  deer  draw  to  the  dale, 

And  leave  the  hilles  hee, 
And  shadow  them  in  the  leaves  green 

Under  the  green- wood  tree. 

The  poetical  character  of  the  season  affords  all  the 
explanation  that  is  required. 

i  The  name  Robin  also  appears  to  Kuhn  worthy  of  notice, 
since  the  horseman  in  the  May  pageant  is  in  some  parts  of 
Germany  called  Ruprecht  (Rupert,  Robert). 


XXX11  INTRODUCTION. 

Nor  need  the  occurrence  of  exhibitions  of  archery 
and  of  the  Robin  Hood  plays  and  pageants,  at 
this  time  of  the  year,  occasion  any  difficulty. 
Repeated  statutes,  from  the  13th  to  the  16th  cen 
tury,  enjoined  practice  with  the  bow,  and  ordered 
that  the  leisure  time  of  holidays  should  be  em 
ployed  for  this  purpose.  Under  Henry  the  Eighth 
the  custom  was  still  kept  up,  and  those  who  par 
took  in  this  exercise  often  gave  it  a  spirit  by  assum 
ing  the  style  and  character  of  Robin  Hood  and 
his  associates.  In  like  manner  the  society  of 
archers  in  Elizabeth's  time,  took  the  name  of 
Arthur  and  his  knights :  all  which  was  very 
natural  then  and  would  be  now.  None  of  all  the 
merrymakings  in  merry  England  surpassed  the 
May  festival.  The  return  of  the  sun  stimulated 
the  populace  to  the  accumulation  of  all  sorts  of 
amusements.  In  addition  to  the  traditional  and 
appropriate  sports  of  the  season,  there  were,  as 
Stowe  tells  us,  divers  warlike  shows,  with  good 
archers,  morris-dancers,  and  other  devices  for  pas 
time  all  day  long,  and  towards  the  evening  stage- 
plays  and  bonfires  in  the  streets.  A  Play  of 
Robin  Hood  was  considered  "  very  proper  for  a 
May-game,"  but  if  Robin  Hood  was  peculiarly 
prominent  in  these  entertainments,  the  obvious 
reason  would  appear  to  be  that  he  was  the  hero  of 
that  loved  green-wood  to  which  all  the  world 
resorted,  when  the  cold  obstruction  of  winter  was 
broken  up,  "  to  do  observance  for  a  morn  of  May." 


INTRODUCTION.  XXX111 

We  do  not  therefore  attribute  much  value  to  the 
theory  of  Mr.  Wright,  that  the  May  festival  was, 
in  its  earliest  form,  "a  religious  celebration, 
though,  like  such  festivals  in  general,  it  possessed 
a  double  character,  that  of  a  religious  ceremony, 
and  of  an  opportunity  for  the  performance  of  war 
like  games  ;  that,  at  such  festivals,  the  songs  would 
take  the  character  of  the  amusements  on  the 
occasion,  and  would  most  likely  celebrate  warlike 
deeds — perhaps  the  myths  of  the  patron  whom 
superstition  supposed  to  preside  over  them ;  that, 
as  the  character  of  the  exercises  changed,  the 
attributes  of  the  patron  would  change  also,  and  he 
who  was  once  celebrated  as  working  wonders  with 
his  good  axe  or  his  elf-made  sword,  might  after 
wards  assume  the  character  of  a  skilful  bowman  ; 
that  the  scene  of  his  actions  would  likewise  change, 
and  the  person  whose  weapons  were  the  bane  of 
dragons  and  giants,  who  sought  them  in  the  wil 
dernesses  they  infested,  might  become  the  enemy 
only  of  the  sheriff  and  his  officers,  under  the 
*  grene-wode  lefe.'  "  It  is  unnecessary  to  point  out 
that  the  language  we  have  quoted  contains,  beyond 
the  statement  that  warlike  exercises  were  anciently 
combined  with  religious  rites,  a  very  slightly 
founded  surmise,  and  nothing  more. 

Another  circumstance  which  weighs  much  with 
Mr.  Wright,  goes  but  a  very  little  way  with  us  in 
demonstrating  the  mythological  character  of  Robin 
Hood.  This  is  the  frequency  with  which  his 


XXXIV  INTRODUCTION. 

name  is  attached  to  mounds,  wells,  and  stones,  such 
as  in  the  popular  creed  are  connected  with  fairies, 
dwarfs,  or  giants.  There  is  scarcely  a  county  in 
England  which  does  not  possess  some  mon 
ument  of  this  description.  "  Cairns  on  Blackdown 
in  Somersetshire,  and  barrows  near  to  Whitby  in 
Yorkshire  and  Ludlow  in  Shropshire,  are  termed 
Robin  Hood's  pricks  or  butts ;  lofty  natural 
eminences  in  Gloucestershire  and  Derbyshire  are 
Robin  Hood's  hills  ;  a  huge  rock  near  Matlock  is 
Robin  Hood's  Tor;  ancient  boundary  stones,  as 
in  Lincolnshire,  are  Robin  Hood's  crosses ;  a  pre 
sumed  loggan,  or  rocking-stone,  in  Yorkshire,  is 
Robin  Hood's  penny-stone  ;  a  fountain  near  Not 
tingham,  another  between  Doncaster  and  Wake- 
field,  and  one  in  Lancashire,  are  Robin  Hood's 
wells ;  a  cave  in  Nottinghamshire  is  his  stable ; 
a  rude  natural  rock  in  Hope  Dale  is  his  chair ;  a 
chasm  at  Chatsworth  is  his  leap  ;  Blackstone  Edge, 
in  Lancashire,  is  his  bed."1  In  fact,  his  name  bids 
fair  to  overrun  every  remarkable  object  of  the 
sort  which  has  not  been  already  appropriated  to 
King  Arthur  or  the  Devil ;  with  the  latter  of 
whom,  at  least,  it  is  presumed  that,  however 
ancient,  he  will  not  dispute  precedence. 

"The  legends  of  the   peasantry,"   quoth   Mr. 
Wright,  "are  the  shadows  of  a  very  remote  anti 
quity."    This  proposition,  thus  broadly  stated,  we 
deny.     Nothing  is  more  deceptive  than  popular 
1  Edinburgh  Eeview,  vol.  86,  p.  123. 


INTRODUCTION.  XXXV 

legends ;  and  the  "  legends,"  we  speak  of,  if  they 
are  to  bear  that  name,  have  no  claim  to  antiquity 
at  all.  They  do  not  go  beyond  the  ballads.  They 
are  palpably  of  subsequent  and  comparatively  re 
cent  origin.  It  was  absolutely  impossible  that  they 
should  arise  while  Robin  Hood  was  a  living  reality 
to  the  people.  The  archer  of  Sherwood  who  could 
barely  stand  King  Edward's  buffet,  and  was 
felled  by  the  Potter,  was  no  man  to  be  playing 
with  rocking  stones.  This  trick  of  naming  must 
have  begun  in  the  decline  of  his  fame,  for  there 
was  a  time  when  his  popularity  drooped,  and  his 
existence  was  just  not  doubted;  not  elaborately 
maintained  by  learned  historians,  and  antiquarians 
deeply  read  in  the  Public  Records.  And  what 
do  these  names  prove  ?  The  vulgar  passion  for 
bestowing  them  is  notorious  and  universal.  We 
Americans  are  too  young  to  be  well  provided  with 
heroes  that  might  serve  this  purpose.  We  have 
no  imaginative  peasantry  to  invent  legends,  no 
ignorant  peasantry  to  believe  them.  But  we  have 
the  good  fortune  to  possess  the  Devil  in  common 
with  the  rest  of  the  world  ;  and  we  take  it  upon  us 
to  say,  that  there  is  not  a  mountain  district  in  the 
land,  which  has  been  opened  to  summer  travellers, 
where  a  "  Devil's  Bridge,"  a  "  Devil's  Punch 
bowl,"  or  some  object  with  the  like  designation, 
will  not  be  pointed  out.1 

1  See  some  sensible  remarks  in  the  Gentleman's  Magazine  for 
March,  1793,  by  D.  H.,  that  is,  says  the  courteous  Ritson,  by 


XXXVI  INTRODUCTION. 

We  have  taken  no  notice  of  the  later  fortunes 
of  Robin  Hood  in  his  true  and  original  character 
of  a  hero  of  romance.  Towards  the  end  of  the 
16th  century,  Anthony  Munday  attempted  to  re 
vive  the  decaying  popularity  of  this  king  of  good 
fellows,  who  had  won  all  his  honors  as  a  simple 
yeoman,  by  representing  him  in  the  play  of  The 
Downfall  of  Robert  Earl  of  Himtington,  as  a 
nobleman  in  disguise,  outlawed  by  the  machina 
tions  of  his  steward.  This  pleasing  and  success 
ful  drama  is  Robin's  sole  patent  to  that  title  of 
Earl  of  Huntington,  in  confirmation  of  which, 
Dr.  Stukeley  fabricated  a  pedigree  that  transcends 
even  the  absurdities  of  heraldry,  and  some  un 
known  forger  an  epitaph  beneath  the  skill  of  a 
Chatterton.  Those  who  desire  a  full  acquaintance 
with  the  fabulous  history  of  Robin  Hood,  will  seek 
it  in  the  well-known  volumes  of  Ritson,  or  in  those 
of  his  recent  editor,  Gutch,  who  does  not  make  up 
by  superior  discrimination  for  his  inferiority  in 
other  respects  to  that  industrious  antiquary. 

Gough,  "  the  scurrilous  and  malignant  editor  of  that  degraded 
publication." 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

THIS  excellent  ballad,  which  appears  to  be  the  old 
est  of  the  class  preserved,  and  is  possibly  as  old  as 
the  reign  of  Edward  II.  (see  Wright's  Essays,  &c.,  ii. 
174),  is  found  in  a  manuscript  belonging  to  the  public 
library  of  the  University  of  Cambridge  (Ff.  5,  48). 
It  was  first  printed  by  Jamieson,  Popular  Ballads, 
ii.  54,  afterwards  in  Hartshorne's  Metrical  Tales,  p.  179, 
and  is  here  given  from  the  second  edition  of  Ritson's 
Robin  Hood,  (ii.  221,)  as  collated  by  Sir  Frederic 
Madden. 

The  story  is  nearly  the  same  in  Adam  Bel,  Clym  of 
the  Cloughe,  and  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle. 

IN  somer  when  the  shawes  be  sheyne, 

And  leves  be  large  and  longe, 
Hit  is  full  mery  in  feyre  foreste 

To  here  the  foulys  song. 

To  se  the  dere  draw  to  the  dale,  ^ 

And  leve  the  hilles  hee, 
And  shadow  hem  in  the  leves  grene, 

Vndur  the  grene-wode  tre. 

VOL.   Y.  1 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

Hit  befell  on  Whitsontide, 

Erly  in  a  may  mornyng,  * 

The  son  vp  fayre  can  shyne, 

And  the  briddis  niery  can  syng. 

"  This  is  a  mery  mornyng,"  seid  Litulle  Johne, 

"  Be  hym  that,  dyed  on  tre  ; 
A  more  mery  man  then  I  am  one  1 

Lyves  not  in  Cristiante." 

"Pluk  vp.thi  hert,  my  dere  mayster," 

Litulle  Johne  can  sey, 
"  And  thynk  hit  is  a  fulle  fayre  tyme 

In  a  mornynge  of  may."  « 

"  Ze  on  thynge  greves  me,"  seid  Robyne, 

"  And  does  my  hert  mych  woo, 
That  1  may  not  so  solem  day 

To  mas  nor  matyns  goo. 

"  Hit  is  a  fourtnet  and  more,"  seyd  hee,  * 

"  Syn  I  my  Sauyour  see ; 
To  day  will  I  to  Notyngham,"  seid  Robyn, 

"  With  the  myght  of  mylde  Mary." 

Then  spake  Moche  the  mylner  sune, 

Euer  more  wel  hym  betyde,  ' 

"  Take  xii  of  thi  wyght  zemen 
Well  weppynd  be  thei  side. 
32.  MS.  ther. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

Such  on  wolde  thi  selfe  slon 
That  xii  dar  not  abyde." 

"  Off  alle  my  rnery  men,"  seid  Robyne, 
"  Be  my  feithe  I  wil  non  haue  ; 

But  Litulle  Johne  shall  beyre  my  bow 
Til  that  me  list  to  drawe. 


"  Thou  shalle  beyre  thin  own,"  seid  Litulle  Jon, 
"  Maister,  and  I  wil  beyre  myne,  40 

And  we  wille  shete  a  peny,"  seid  Litulle  Jon, 
"  Vnder  the  grene  wode  lyne." 

"  I  wil  not  shete  a  peny,"  seyde  Robyn  Hode, 
"  In  feith,  Litulle  Johne,  with  thee, 

But  euer  for  on  as  thou  shetes,"  seid  Robyn,  « 
"  In  feith  I  holde  the  thre." 

Thus  shet  thei  forthe,  these  zemen  too, 

Bothe  at  buske  and  brome, 
Til  Litulle  Johne  wan  of  his  maister 

Y  s.  to  hose  and  shone.  BO 

A  ferly  strife  fel  them  betwene, 

As  they  went  bi  the  way ; 
Litull  Johne  seid  he  had  won  v  shyllyngs, 

And  Robyn  Hode  seid  schortly  nay. 
39.  MS.  th'  now. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

With  that  Robyn  Hode  lyed  Litul  Jone,          ss 

And  smote  hym  with  his  honde ; 
Litul  John  waxed  wroth  therwith, 

And  pulled  out  his  bright  bronde. 

"  Were  thou  not  my  maister,"  seid  Litulle  Johne, 
"  Thou  shuldis  by  hit  ful  sore  ;  eo 

Get  the  a  man  where  thou  wilt,  Robyn, 
For  thou  getes  me  no  more." 

Then  Robyn  goes  to  Notyngham, 

Hymselfe  mornynge  allone, 
And  Litulle  Johne  to  mery  Scherewode,         &"> 

The  pathes  he  knowe  alkone. 

Whan  Robyn  came  to  Notyngham, 

Sertenly  withoutene  layne, 
He  prayed  to  God  and  myld  Mary 

To  brynge  hym  out  saue  agayne.  TO 

He  gos  into  seynt  Mary  chirche, 
And  knelyd  downe  before  the  rode  ; 

Alle  that  euer  were  the  churche  within 
Beheld  wel  Robyne  Hode. 

Beside  hym  stode  a  gret-hedid  munke,  « 

I  pray  to  God  woo  he  be  ; 
Ful  sone  he  knew  gode  Robyn 

As  sone  as  he  hym  se. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK.        0 

Out  at  the  durre  he  ran 

Ful  sone  and  anon  ;  so 

Alle  the  zatis  of  Notyngham 

He  made  to  be  sparred  euerychone. 

"  Rise  vp,"  he  seid,  "  thou  prowde  schereff, 

Buske  the  and  make  the  bowne  ; 
I  haue  spyed  the  kynges  felone,  ®> 

For  sothe  he  is  in  this  towne. 

"  I  haue  spyed  the  false  felone, 

As  he  stondes  at  his  masse  ; 
Hit  is  longe  of  the,"  seide  the  munke, 

"  And  euer  he  fro  vs  passe.  oo 

"  This  trayturfs]  name  is  Robyn  Hode ; 

Vnder  the  grene  vvode  lynde, 
He  robbyt  me  onys  of  a  C  pound, 

Hit  shalle  neuer  out  of  my  mynde." 

Vp  then  rose  this  prowd  schereff,  95 

And  zade  towarde  hym  zare  ; 
Many  was  the  modur  son 

To  the  kyrk  with  him  can  fare. 

In  at  the  durres  thei  throly  thrast 

With  staves  ful  gode  ilkone,  106 

«  Alas,  alas,"  seid  Robin  Hode, 

"  Now  mysse  I  Litulle  Johne." 

93.  See  the  Fourth  Fit  of  the  Lyttell  Geste. 
100.  MS.  gode  wone. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

But  Robyne  toke  out  a  toohond  sworde 

That  hangit  down  be  his  kne ; 
Ther  as  the  schereff  and  his  men  stode  thyck- 

USt,  103 

Thidurward  wold  he. 

Thryes  thorow  at  them  he  ran, 

Then  for  sothe  as  I  yow  say, 
And  wouridyt  many  a  modur  sone, 

And  xii  he  slew  that  day.  no 

Hys  sworde  vpon  the  schireff  hed 

Sertanly  he  brake  in  too ; 
"  The  smyth  that  the  made,"  seid  Robyn, 

"I  pray  God  wyrke  hym  woo. 

"  For  now  am  I  weppynlesse,"  seid  Robyne,  115 

"  Alasse,  agayn  my  wylle  ; 
But  if  I  may  fle  these  traytors  fro, 

I  wot  thei  wil  me  kylle." 

Robyns  men  to  the  churche  ran 

Throout  hem  euerilkon ;  120 

Sum  fel  in  swonyng  as  thei  were  dede, 

And  lay  still  as  any  stone. 


Non  of  theym  were  in  her  mynde 
But  only  Litulle  Jon. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK.        / 

"  Let  be  your  dule,"  seid  Litulle  Jon,  125 

"  For  his  luf  that  dyed  on  tre  ; 
Ze  that  shulde  be  duzty  men, 

Hit  is  gret  shame  to  se. 

"  Oure  maister  has  bene  hard  bystode, 

And  zet  scapyd  away ;  iao 

Pluk  up  your  hertes  and  leve  this  mone, 
And  herkyn  what  I  shal  say. 

"  He  has  seruyd  our  lady  many  a  day. 

And  zet  wil  securly ; 
Therefore  I  trust  in  her  specialy  iss 

No  wycked  deth  shal  he  dye. 

"  Therfor  be  glad,"  seid  Litul  Johne, 

"  And  let  this  mournyng  be, 
And  I  shall  be  the  munkes  gyde, 

With  the  myght  of  mylde  Mary.  140 

"  And  I  mete  hym,"  seid  Litull  Johne, 
"  We  wille  go  but  we  too 


"  Loke  that  ze  kepe  wel  our  tristil  tre 

Vnder  the  levys  smale, 
And  spare  non  of  this  venyson 

That  gose  in  thys  vale." 
125.  MS.  rule. 


8        ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

Forthe  thei  went  these  zemen  too, 

Litul  Johne  and  Moche  onfere, 
And  lokid  on  Moche  emys  hows 

The  hyeway  lay  fitlle  nere.  iso 

Litul  John  stode  at  a  window  in  the  mornynge, 

And  lokid  forth  at  a  stage ; 
He  was  war  wher  the  munke  came  ridynge, 

And  with  hym  a  litul  page. 

"  Be  my  feith,"  seid  Litul  Johne  to  Moche,     iss 

"  I  can  the  tel  tithyngus  gode  ; 
I  se  wher  the  munk  comys  rydyng, 

I  know  hym  be  his  wyde  hode." 

Thei  went  into  the  way  these  zemen  bothe, 
As  curtes  men  and  hende.  iso 

Thei  spyrred  tithyngus  at  the  munke, 
As  thei  hade  bene  his  frende. 

u  Fro  whens  come  ze,"  seid  Litul  Johne  ; 

"  Tel  vs  tithyngus,  I  yow  pray, 
Off  a  false  owtlay  [called  Robyn  Hode],        its 

Was  takyn  zisturday. 

"  He  robbyt  me  and  my  felowes  bothe 

Of  xx  marke  in  serten ; 
If  that  false  owtlay  be  takyn, 

For  sothe  we  wolde  be  fayne."  no 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK.        9 

"  So  did  he  me,"  seid  the  munke, 

"  Of  a  C  pound  and  more ; 
I  layde  furst  hande  hym  apon, 

Ze  may  thonke  me  therfore." 

"  I  pray  God  thank e  yow,"  seid  Litulle  Johne,  m 

"  And  we  wil  when  we  may  ; 
We  wil  go  with  yow,  with  your  leve, 

And  brynge  yow  on  your  way. 

"  For  Robyn  Hode  hase  many  a  wilde  felow, 
I  telle  yow  in  certen ;  iao 

If  thei  wist  ze  rode  this  way, 
In  feith  ze  shulde  be  slayn." 

As  thei  went  talkyng  be  the  way, 

The  munke  and  Litulle  Johne, 
Johne  toke  the  munkes  horse  be  the  hede       ise 

Ful  sone  and  anone. 

Johne  toke  the  munkes  horse  be  the  hed, 

For  sothe  as  I  yow  say, 
So  did  Muche  the  litulle  page, 

For  he  shulde  not  stirre  away.  190 

Be  the  golett  of  the  hode 

Johne  pulled  the  munke  downe  ; 
Johne  was  nothynge  of  hym  agast, 

He  lete  hym  falle  on  his  crowne. 


10       ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

Li  tulle  Johne  was  sore  agrevyd,  195 

And  drew  out  his  swerde  in  hye  ; 

The  munke  saw  he  shulde  be  ded, 
Lowd  mercy  can  he  crye. 

"  He  was  my  maister,"  seid  Litulle  Johne, 
"  That  thou  hase  browzt  in  bale  ;  aw 

Shalle  thou  neuer  cum  at  oure  kynge 
For  to  telle  hym  tale." 

John  smote  of  the  munkes  hed, 

No  longer  wolde  he  dwelle ; 
So  did  Moche  the  litulle  page,  eos 

For  ferd  lest  he  wold  tell. 

Ther  thei  beryed  hem  both 

In  nouther  mosse  nor  lynge, 
And  Litulle  Johne  and  Muche  infere 

Bare  the  letturs  to  oure  kyng.  210 


He  kneled  down  vpon  his  kne, 

"  God  zow  saue,  my  lege  lorde, 
"  Jesus  yow  saue  and  se. 

"  God  yow  saue,  my  lege  kyng," 
To  speke  Johne  was  fulle  bolde  ; 

He  gaf  hym  the  letturs  in  his  hond, 
The  kyng  did  hit  unfold. 
195.  MS.  so. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK.       11 

The  kyng  red  the  letturs  anon, 

And  seid,  "  so  mot  I  the, 
Ther  was  neuer  zoman  in  mery  Inglond          220 

I  longut  so  sore  to  see. 

"Wher  is  the  munke  that  these  shuld  haue 
browzt?" 

Oure  kynge  gan  say ; 
"  Be  my  trouthe,"  seid  Litull  Jone, 

"  He  dyed  aftur  the  way."  22* 

The  kyng  gaf  Moche  and  Litul  Jon 

xx  pound  in  sertan, 
And  made  theim  zemen  of  the  crowne, 

And  bade  theim  go  agayn. 

He  gaf  Johne  the  seel  in  hand,  230 

The  scheref  for  to  bere, 
To  brynge  Robyn  hym  to, 

And  no  man  do  hym  dere. 

Johne  toke  his  leve  at  oure  kyng, 

The  sothe  as  I  yow  say  ;  235 

The  next  way  to  Notyngham 

To  take  he  zede  the  way. 

When  Johne  came  to  Notyngham 

The  zatis  were  sparred  ychone  ; 
Johne  callid  vp  the  porter,  240 

He  answerid  sone  anon. 


12      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

"  What  is  the  cause,"  seid  Litul  John, 
"  Thou  sparris  the  zates  so  fast  ?  " 

"  Because  of  Robyn  Hode,"  seid  [the]  porter, 
In  depe  prison  is  cast  -      2« 

"  Johne,  and  Moche,  and  Wylle  Scathlok, 

For  sothe  as  I  yow  say, 
Thir  slew  oure  men  vpon  oure  wallis, 

And  sawtene  vs  euery  day." 

Litulle  Johne  spyrred  aftur  the  schereff,          250 

And  sone  he  hym  fonde ; 
He  oppyned  the  kyngus  prive  seelle, 

And  gaf  hym  in  his  honde. 

When  the  schereff  saw  the  kyngus  seelle, 
He  did  of  his  hode  anon ;  255 

"  Wher  is  the  munke  that  bare  the  letturs  ?  " 
He  seid  to  Litulle  Johne. 

"  He  is  so  fayn  of  hym,"  seid  Litulle  Johne, 

"  For  sothe  as  I  yow  sey, 
He  has  made  hym  abot  of  Westmynster,         *® 

A  lorde  of  that  abbay." 

The  scheref  made  John  gode  chere, 

And  gaf  hym  wine  of  the  best ; 
At  nyzt  thei  went  to  her  bedde, 

And  euery  man  to  his  rest.  265 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK.       13 

Whea  the  scheref  was  on-slepe 

Dronken  of  wine  and  ale, 
Litul  Johne  and  Moche  for  sothe 

Toke  the  way  vnto  the  jale. 

Litul  Johne  callid  vp  the  jayler,  270 

And  bade  hym  ryse  anon ; 
He  seid  Robyn  Hode  had  brokyn  preson, 

And  out  of  hit  was  gon. 

The  portere  rose  anon  sertan, 

As  sone  as  he  herd  John  calle ;  275 

Litul  Johne  was  redy  with  a  swerd, 

And  bare  hym  to  the  walle. 

"  Now  will  I  be  porter,"  seid  Litul  Johne, 
"  And  take  the  keyes  in  honde  ; " 

He  toke  the  way  to  Robyn  Hode,  2so 

And  sone  he  hym  vnbonde. 

He  gaf  hym  a  gode  swerd  in  his  hond, 

His  hed  with  for  to  kepe, 
And  ther  as  the  walle  was  lowyst 

Anon  down  can  thei  lepe.  «s 

Be  that  the  cok  began  to  crow, 

The  day  began  to  sprynge, 
The  scheref  fond  the  jaylier  ded, 

The  comyn  belle  made  he  rynge. 
269,  gale. 


14       ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

He  made  a  crye  thoroowt  al  the  tow[n],         ssc 

Whedur  he  be  zoman  or  knave> 
That  cowthe  brynge  hym  Robyn  Hode, 

His  warisone  he  shuld  haue. 

"  For  I  dar  neuer,"  said  the  scheref, 

"  Cum  before  oure  kynge,  295 

For  if  I  do,  I  wot  serten, 
For  sothe  he  wil  me  henge." 

The  scheref  made  to  seke  Notyngham, 

Bothe  be  strete  and  stye, 
And  Robyn  was  in  mery  Scherwode  301 

As  lizt  as  lef  on  lynde. 

Then  bespake  gode  Litulle  Johne, 

To  Robyn  Hode  can  he  say, 
"  I  haue  done  the  a  gode  turne  for  an  euylle, 

Quyte  me  whan  thou  may.  305 

"  I  haue  done  the  a  gode  turne,"  said  Litulle 
Johne, 

"  For  sothe  as  I  you  saie  ; 
I  haue  brouzt  the  vnder  grene  wode  lyne  ; 

Fare  wel,  and  haue  gode  day." 

"  Nay,  be  my  trouthe,"  seid  Robyn  Hode,      m 
"  So  shalle  hit  neuer  be ; 

305.  MS.  Quyte  the. 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE   MONK.  15 

I  make  the  maister,"  seid  Robyn  Hode, 
"  Off  alle  my  men  and  me." 

"  Nay,  be  my  trouthe,"  seid  Litulle  Johne, 
"  So  shall  hit  neuer  be,  sis 

But  lat  me  be  a  felow,"  seid  Litulle  Johne, 
"  Non  odur  kepe  I'll  be." 

Thus  Johne  gate  Robyn  Hode  out  of  prisone, 

Sertan  withoutyn  layne  ; 
When  his  men  saw  hym  hoi  and  sounde,         820 

For  sothe  they  were  ful  fayne. 

They  filled  in  wyne,  and  made  him  glad, 

Vnder  the  levys  smale, 
And  zete  pastes  of  venysone, 

That  gode  was  with  ale.  32.5 

Than  worde  came  to  oure  kynge, 

How  Robyn  Hode  was  gone, 
And  how  the  scheref  of  Notyngham 

Durst  neuer  loke  hyme  vpone. 

Then  bespake  oure  cumly  kynge,  sao 

In  an  angur  hye, 
"  Litulle  Johne  hase  begyled  the  schereff, 

In  faith  so  hase  he  me. 

"  Litulle  Johne  has  begyled  vs  bothe, 

And  that  fulle  wel  I  se,  sss 


16      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  MONK. 

Or  ellis  the  schereff  of  Notyngham 
Hye  hongut  shuld  he  be. 

"  I  made  hem  zemen  of  the  crowne, 

And  gaf  hem  fee  with  my  bond, 
I  gaf  hem  grithe,"  seid  oure  kyng,  340 

"  Thorowout  alle  mery  Inglond. 

"  I  gaf  hem  grithe,"  then  seide  oure  kyng, 

"  I  say,  so  mot  I  the, 
For  sothe  soche  a  zeman  as  he  is  on 

In  alle  Ingland  ar  not  thre.  «•"• 

"  He  is  trew  to  his  maister,"  seide  oure  kynge, 

"  I  sey,  be  swete  seynt  Johne  ; 
He  louys  bettur  Robyn  Hode, 

Then  he  dose  vs  ychone. 

"  Robyne  Hode  is  euer  bond  to  him,  ^o 

Bothe  in  strete  and  stalle  ; 
Speke    no   more    of  this  matter,"  seid  oure 
kynge, 

"  But  John  has  begyled  vs  alle." 

Thus  endys  the  talkyng  of  the  munke 

And  Robyne  Hode  i-wysse  ; 
God,  that  is  euer  a  crowned  kyng, 

Bryng  vs  alle  to  his  blisse. 
352.  MS.  mere. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER.      17 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

From  Ritson's  RoUn  Hood,  i.  81.  "  This  curious,  and 
hitherto  unpublished,  and  even  unheard  of  old  piece," 
remarks  that  editor,  "  is  given  from  a  manuscript  among 
Bishop  More's  collections,  in  the  Public  Library  of  the 
University  of  Cambridge  (Ee.  4.  35).  The  writing, 
which  is  evidently  that  of  a  vulgar  and  illiterate  per 
son,  appears  to  be  of  the  age  of  Henry  VIL,  that  is, 
about  the  year  1500 ;  but  the  composition  (which  he 
has  irremediably  corrupted)  is  probably  of  an  earlier 
period,  and  much  older,  no  doubt,  than  The  Play  of 
Robyn  Hode,  which  seems  allusive  to  the  same  story." 

Mr.  Wright  thinks  the  manuscript  is  proved  to  be  of 
the  time  of  Henry  VI.  by  a  memorandum  on  one 
page,  setting  forth  the  expenses  of  the  feast  on  the 
marriage  of  the  king  with  Margaret : — "  Thys  ys  ex- 
spences  of  fflesche  at  the  mariage  of  my  ladey  Marg*et, 
that  sche  had  owt  off  Eynglonde."  But  this  memoran 
dum  is  more  likely  to  apply  to  Margaret,  daughter  of 
Henry  VII.,  who  was  married  "  out  of  England,"  that 
is,  in  Scotland,  to  James  IV.,  than  to  the  Margaret 
who  was  married  in  England  to  Henry  VI.  {Ed.  Rev. 
Ixxxvi.  126.) 

The  adventure  in  the  first  part  of  this  story, — the 
encounter  between  Robin  Hood  and  a  sturdy  fellow 
who  proves  his  match  or  his  superior — forms  the  sub 
ject  of  a  large  number  of  this  circle  of  ballads,  the 
antagonist  being  in  one  case  a  beggar,  in  another  a 
tanner,  a  tinker,  the  pinder  of  Wakefield,  &c.  (See 
the  preface  to  Robin  Hood  and  the  Beggar,  p.  188.) 

VOL.   V.  2 


18,     ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

The  story  of  the  second  part  is  found  again  in  Robin 
Hood  and  the  Butcher,  and,  with  considerable  differ 
ences,  in  the  third  fit  of  the  Lytell  Geste. 

It  is  in  the  disguise  of  a  potter  that  the  Saxon  Here- 
ward  penetrates  into  the  Norman  court,  and  that 
Eustace  the  Monk  eludes  the  vengeance  of  the  Count 
of  Boulogne.  Eustace  also  drew  his  enemy  into  an 
ambush  by  nearly  the  same  stratagem  which  Bobin 
employs  to  entice  the  sheriff  of  Nottingham  into  the 
forest.  (See  the  romances  abridged  in  Wright's  Es 
says,  ii.  108,  133,  135,  184.) 

IN  schomer,  when  the  leves  spryng, 

The  bloschems  on  every  bowe, 
So  merey  doyt  the  berdys  syng 

Yn  wodys  merey  now. 

Herkens,  god  yemen,  5 

Comley,  corteysse,  and  god, 
On  of  the  best  that  yever  bar  bou, 

Hes  name  was  Roben  Hode. 

Roben  Hood  was  the  ye  mans  name, 

That  was  boyt  corteys  and  fre  ;  10 

For  the  loffe  of  owr  ladey, 
All  wemen  werschep  he. 

Bot  as  the  god  yemen  stod  on  a  day, 

Among  hes  mery  maney, 
He  was  war  of  a  provvd  potter,  u 

Cam  dryfyng  owyr  the  ley. 

MS.  6,  cortessey.     12,  ye.    16,  lefe. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER.      19 

"  Yonder  comet  a  prod  potter,"  seyde  Roben, 
"  That  long  hayt  hantyd  this  wey ; 

He  was  never  so  corteys  a  man 

On  peney  of  pawage  to  pay."  a> 

"  Y  met  hem  bot  at  Wentbreg,"seyde  Ly tyll  John, 

"  And  therfbr  yeffell  mot  he  the, 
Seche  thre  strokes  he  me  gafe, 

Yet  they  cleffe  by  my  seydys. 

"  Y  ley  forty  shillings,"  seyde  Lytyll  John,     M 

"  To  pay  het  thes  same  day, 
Ther  ys  nat  a  man  among  hus  all 

A  wed  schall  make  hem  ley." 

"  Her  ys  forty  shillings,"  seyde  Roben, 

"  Mor,  and  thow  dar  say,  *» 

That  y  schall  make  that  prowde  potter, 
A  wed  to  me  schall  he  ley." 

Ther  thes  money  they  leyde, 

They  toke  het  a  yeman  to  kepe ; 
Roben  befor  the  potter  he  breyde,  ^ 

And  bad  hem  stond  stell. 

Handys  apon  hes  horse  he  leyde, 
And  bad  the  potter  stonde  foil  stell ; 

The  potter  schorteley  to  hem  seyde, 

"  Felow,  what  ys  they  well  ?  "  41 

MS.  17,  21,  syde.    28,  leffe.    36,  A. 


20      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

"  All  thes  thre  yer,  and  mor,  potter,"  he  seyde, 

"  Thow  hast  hantyd  thes  wey, 
Yet  wef  tow  never  so  cortys  a  man 

One  peney  of  pauage  to  pay." 

"  What  ys  they  name,"  seyde  the  potter,         v 

"  For  pauage  thow  ask  of  me  ?  " 
"  Roben  Hod  ys  mey  name, 

A  wed  schall  thow  leffe  me." 

"  Wed  well  y  non  leffe,"  seyde  the  potter, 
"  Nor  pavag  well  y  non  pay ;  « 

Awey  they  honde  fro  mey  horse, 
Y  well  the  tene  eyls,  be  mey  fay." 

The  potter  to  hes  cart  he  went, 

He  was  not  to  seke  ; 
A  god  to-hande  staffe  therowt  he  hent,  55 

Befor  Roben  he  lepe. 

Roben  howt  with  a  swerd  bent, 
A  bokeler  en  hes  honde  [therto]  ; 

The  potter  to  Roben  he  went, 

And  seyde,  "  Felow,  let  mey  horse  go."       « 

Togeder  then  went  thes  two  yemen, 

Het  was  a  god  seyt  to  se  ; 
Therof  low  Robyn  hes  men, 

Ther  they  stod  onder  a  tre. 
MS.  56,  leppyd. 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    POTTER.  21 

Leytell  John  to  hes  felowhes  seyde,  <x 

"  Yend  potter  welle  steffeley  stonde  :  " 

The  potter,  with  an  acward  stroke, 
Smot'the  bokeler  owt  of  hes  honde ; 

And  ar  Roben  meyt  get  hem  agen 

Hes  bokeler  at  hes  fette,  TO 

The  potter  yn  the  neke  hem  toke, 

To  the  gronde  sone  he  yede. 

That  saw  Roben  hes  men, 

As  thay  stode  ender  a  bow ; 
"  Let  us  helpe  owr  master,"  seyed  Lytell  John,  r« 

"  Yonder  potter  els  well  hem  sclo." 

Thes  yemen  went  with  a  breyde, 

To  ther  master  they  cam. 
Leytell  John  to  hes  master  seyde, 

"  Ho  haet  the  wager  won  ?  8c 

"  Schall   y   haff  yowr   forty   shillings,"   seyde 
Lytel  John, 

"  Or  ye,  master,  schall  haffe  myne  ?  " 
"  Yeff  they  wer  a  hundred,"  seyde  Roben, 

"  Y  feythe,  they  ben  all  theyne." 

"  Het  ys  fol  ley  tell  cortesey,"  seyde  the  potter,  « 
"  As  y  haffe  harde  weyse  men  saye, 

MS.  65,  felow  he.      67,  a  caward.    69,  A.    76,  seyde  liels. 
f7,  went  yemen.    78,  thes. 


22      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

Yeff  a  por  yeman  com  drywyng  ower  the  wey, 
To  let  hem  of  hes  gorney." 

"  Be  mey  trowet,  thow  seys  soyt,"  seyde  Roben, 
"  Thow  seys  god  yemenrey  ;  iw 

And  thow  dreyffe  forthe  yevery  day, 
Thow  schalt  never  be  let  for  me. 

"  Y  well  prey  the,  god  potter, 

A  felischepe  well  thow  haffe  ? 
Geffe  me  they  clothyng,  and  thow  schalt  hafe 
myne ;  95 

Y  well  go  to  Notynggam." 

u  Y  grant  therto,"  seyde  the  potter, 

"  Thow  schalt  feynde  me  a  felow  gode  ; 

Bot  thow  can  sell  mey  pottes  well, 

Come  ayen  as  thow  yode."  100 

"  Nay,  be  mey  trowt,"  seyde  Roben, 

"  And  then  y  bescro  mey  hede 
Yeffe  y  bryng  eney  pottes  ayen, 

And  eney  weyffe  well  hem  chepe." 

Than  spake  Leytell  John,  105 

And  all  hes  felowhes  heynd, 
"Master,  be  well  war  of  the  screffe  of  Not 
ynggam, 
For  he  ys  leytell  howr  frende." 

MS.  90,  yemerey.     97,  grat.     100,  yede. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER.      23 

"  Heyt  war  howte,"  seyde  Roben, 

"  Felowhes,  let  me  alone  ;  no 

Thorow  the  helpe  of  howr  ladey, 

To  Notynggam  well  y  gon." 

Robyn  went  to  Notynggam, 

Thes  pottes  for  to  sell ; 
The  potter  abode  with  Robens  men,  us 

Ther  he  fered  not  eylle. 

Tho  Roben  droffe  on  hes  wey, 

So  merey  ower  the  londe  : 
Heres  mor  and  affter  ys  to  saye, 

The  best  ys  beheynde.  iao 

[THE  SECOND  FIT.] 

WHEN  Roben  cam  to  Notynggam, 

The  soyt  yef  y  scholde  saye, 
He  set  op  hes  horse  anon, 

And  gaffe  hem  hotys  and  haye. 

Yn  the  medys  of  the  towne,  125 

Ther  he  schowed  hes  war  ; 
"  Pottys  !  pottys  ! "  he  gan  crey  foil  sone, 

"  Haffe  hansell  for  the  mar/' 

109-112.  These  lines  stand  in  the  MS.  in  the  order  3, 
2, 1, 4.— 113-116.  This  stanza  is  wrongly  placed  in  the  MS. 
after  v.  96.  It  should  be  either  in  the  place  where  it  stands, 
or  else  begin  the  next  fit. 


24      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

Foil  effen  agenest  the  screffeys  gate 

Schovved  he  hes  chaffar  ;  130 

Wey  fifes  and  wedowes  abowt  hem  drow, 
And  chepyd  fast  of  hes  war. 

Yet,  "  Pottys,  gret  chepe !  "  creyed  Royn, 
"  Y  loflfe  yeffell  thes  to  stonde  ; " 

And  all  that  saw  hem  sell,  w 

Seyde  he  had  be  no  potter  long. 

The  pottys  that  wer  werthe  pens  feyffe, 

He  sold  tham  for  pens  thre  ; 
Preveley  seyde  man  and  weyfife, 

"  Ywnder  potter  schall  never  the."  no 

Thos  Roben  solde  foil  fast, 

Tell  he  had  pottys  bot  feyffe  ; 
Op  he  hem  toke  of  his  car, 

And  sende  hem  to  the  screffeys  weyffe. 

Therof  sche  was  foil  fayne,  145 

"  Gramarsey,  sir,"  than  seyde  sche  ; 

"  When  ye  com  to  thes  centre  ayen, 

Y  schall  bey  of  they  pottys,  so  mot  y  the." 

"  Ye  schall  haffe  of  the  best,"  seyde  Roben, 
And  swar  be  the  treneyte  ;  wo 

Foil  corteysley  she  gan  hem  call, 

"  Com  deyne  with  the  screfe  and  me." 

MS.   135,  say.    146,  Gereamarsey,  sir,  seyde  sche  s'than. 
148,  the.  161,  he. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER.      25 

"  Godamarsey,"  seyde  Roben, 

"  Yowr  bedyng  schalle  be  doyn  ; 
A  mayden  yn  the  pottys  gan  ber,  155 

Roben  and  the  screffe  weyffe  folowed  anon. 

Whan  Roben  ynto  the  hall  cam, 

The  screffe  sone  he  met  ; 
The  potter  cowed  of  corteysey, 

And  sone  the  screffe  he  gret.  ieo 

"  Loketh  what  thes  potter  hayt  geffe  yow  and  me ; 

Feyffe  pottys  smalle  and  grete  ! " 
"  He  ys  fol  wellcom,"  seyd  the  screffe, 

"  Let  os  was,  and  go  to  mete." 

As  they  sat  at  her  methe,  ies 

With  a  nobell  cher, 
Two  of  the  screffes  men  gan  speke 

Off  a  gret  wager, 

Was  made  the  thother  daye, 

Off  a  schotyng  was  god  and  feyne,  iro 

Off  forty  shillings,  the  soyt  to  saye, 

Who  scholde  thes  wager  wen. 

MS.  161,  loseth.    164,  to  to. 

164.  This  ceremony  [of  washing,]  which,  in  former  times, 
was  constantly  practised  as  well  before  as  after  meat,  seems 
to  have  fallen  into  disuse  on  the  introduction  of  forks,  about 
the  year  1620;  as  before  that  period  our  ancestors  supplied 
the  place  of  this  necessary  utensil  with  their  fingers. — RITSON. 

169,  170,  transposed  in  MS. 


26      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

Styll  than  sat  thes  prowde  potter, 

Thos  than  thowt  he ; 
"  As  y  am  a  trow  Cerstyn  man,  i" 

Thes  schotyng  well  y  se." 

Whan  they  had  fared  of  the  best. 

With  bred  and  ale  and  weyne, 
To  the  bottys  they  made  them  prest, 

With  bowes  and  boltys  foil  feyne.  1*5 

The  screffes  men  schot  foil  fast, 

As  archares  that  weren  godde  ; 
Ther  cam  non  ner  ney  the  marke 

Bey  halfe  a  god  archares  bowe. 

Stell  then  stod  the  prowde  potter,  is* 

Thos  than  seyde  he ; 
"  And  y  had  a  bow,  be  the  rode, 

On  schot  scholde  yow  se." 

"  Thow  schall  haffe  a  bow,"  seyde  the  screffe, 
"  The  best  that  thow  well  cheys  of  thre  ;    is» 

Thou  semyst  a  stalward  and  a  stronge, 
Asay  schall  thow  be." 

The  screffe  commandyd  a  yeman  that  stod  hem 

bey 
Affter  bowhes  to  wende  ; 

MS.  179,  pottys  the.     180,  bolt  yt.     191,  senyst. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER.      27 

The  best  bow  that  the  yeman  browthe  ias 

Roben  set  on  a  stryng. 

"  Now  schall  y  wet  and  thow  be  god, 

And  polle  het  op  to  they  ner ; " 
"  So  god  me  helpe,"  seyde  the  prowde  potter, 

"  Thys  ys  bot  rygzt  weke  ger."  200 

To  a  quequer  Roben  went, 

A  god  bolt  owthe  he  toke  ; 
So  ney  on  to  the  marke  he  went, 

He  fayled  not  a  fothe. 

All  they  schot  abowthe  agen,  so* 

The  screffes  men  and  he  ; 
Off  the  marke  he  welde  not  fayle, 

He  cleffed  the  preke  on  thre. 

The  screffes  men  thowt  gret  schame, 

The  potter  the  mastry  wan  ;  210 

The  screffe  lowe  and  made  god  game, 
And  seyde,  "  Potter,  thow  art  a  man  ; 

Thow  art  worthey  to  ber  a  bowe, 
Yn  what  plas  that  thow  gang." 

"Yn  mey  cart  y  haffe  a  bowe,  21.5 

Forsoyt,"  he  seyde,  "  and  that  a  godde  ; 

Yn  mey  cart  ys  the  bow 

That  I  had  of  Robyn  Hode." 

MS.  214,  goe,     218,  Robyng  gaffe  me. 


28      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

"Knowest  thow  Robyn  Hode?"  seyde  the 
screffe, 

"  Potter,  y  prey  the  tell  thou  me  ; "  220 

u  A  hundred  torne  y  haffe  schot  with  hem, 

Under  hes  tortyll  tree." 

u  Y  had  lever  nar  a  hundred  ponde,"  seyde  the 

screffe, 

And  swar  be  the  trenite, 

["Y  had  lever  nar  a  hundred  ponde,"  he 
seyde,]  225 

That  the  fals  owtelawe  stod  be  me. 

"And  ye  well  do  afftyr  mey  red,"  seyde  the 
potter, 

"And  boldeley  go  with  me, 
And  to  morow,  or  we  het  bred, 

Roben  Hode  wel  we  se."  230 

"  Y  well  queyt  the,"  kod  the  screffe, 

And  swer  be  god  of  meythe  ; 
Schetyng  thay  left,  and  horn  they  went, 

Her  scoper  was  redey  deythe. 

Upon  the  morow,  when  het  was  day,  23,- 

He  boskyd  hem  forthe  to  reyde  ; 
The  potter  hes  carte  forthe  gan  ray, 

And  wolde  not  [be]  leffe  beheynde. 

232,  mey  they. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER.      29 

He  toke  leffe  of  the  screffys  wyffe, 

And  thankyd  her  of  all  thyng  :  am 

"  Dam,  for  mey  loffe,  and  ye  well  thys  wer, 

Y  geffe  yow  her  a  golde  ryng." 

"  Gramarsey,"  seyde  the  weyffe, 

«  Sir,  god  eylde  het  the  ; " 
The  screffes  hart  was  never  so  leythe,  24.5 

The  feyr  forest  to  se. 

And  when  he  cam  ynto  the  foreyst, 

Yonder  the  leffes  grene, 
Berdys  ther  sange  on  bowhes  prest, 

Het  was  gret  joy  to  sene.  ««» 

"  Her  het  ys  merey  to  be,"  seyde  Roben, 
"  For  a  man  that  had  hawt  to  spende  ; 

Be  mey  home  we  schall  awet 

Yeff  Koben  Hode  be  ner  hande." 

Eoben  set  hes  home  to  hes  mowthe,  256 

And  blow  a  blast  that  was  foil  god, 

That  herde  hes  men  that  ther  stode, 
Fer  downe  yn  the  wodde  ; 

"  I  her  mey  master  "  seyde  Ley  tell  John ; 
They  ran  as  thay  wer  wode.  »?! 

Whan  thay  to  thar  master  cam, 
Leytell  John  wold  not  spar  ; 

MS.  250,  goy.        251,  se.        254,  he. 
255,  her.  259.  For, 


30      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

"  Master,  how  haffe  yow  far  yn  Notynggam  ? 
How  haffe  yow  solde  yowr  war  ?  " 

;'  Ye,  be  mey  trowthe,  Leytyll  John,  an 

Loke  thow  take  no  car ; 
Y  haffe  browt  the  screffe  of  Notynggam, 

For  all  howr  chaffar." 

"  He  ys  foil  wellcom,"  seyde  Lytyll  John, 
"  Thes  tydyng  ys  foil  godde  ;  270 

The  screffe  had  lever  nar  a  hundred  ponde 
[He  had  never  sene  Roben  Hode.] 

"  Had  I  west  that  beforen, 

At  Notynggam  when  we  wer, 
Thow  scholde  not  com  yn  feyr  forest  275 

Of  all  thes  thowsande  eyr." 

"  That  wot  y  well/'  seyde  Roben, 

"  Y  thanke  god  that  ye  be  her ; 
Therfor  schall  ye  leffe  yowr  horse  with  hos, 

And  all  your  hother  ger."  sso 

"  That  fend  I  godys  forbode,"  kod  the  screffe, 

"  So  to  lese  mey  godde ;" 
"  Hether  ye  cam  on  horse  foil  hey, 

And  horn  schall  ye  go  on  fote  ; 
And  gret  well  they  weyffe  at  home,  ?& 

The  woman  ys  foil  godde. 

MS.  265,  I  leyty.    273,  He  had  west.    283,  y. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER.      31 

"  Y  schall  her  sende  a  wheyt  palffrey, 

Het  hambellet  as  the  weynde  ; 
Ner  for  the  loffe  of  yowr  weyfFe, 

OiF  mor  sorow  scholde  yow  seyng."  290 

Thes  parted  Robyn  Hode  and  the  screffe, 
To  Notynggam  he  toke  the  waye ; 

Hes  weyffe  feyr  welcomed  hem  horn, 
And  to  hem  gan  sche  saye : 

"  Seyr,  how  haffe  yow  fared  yn  grene  foreyst  ? 

Haffe  ye  brovvt  Roben  horn  ?  "  290 

u  Dam,  the  deyell  spede  him,  bothe  bodey  and 
bon, 

Y  haffe  hade  a  foil  grete  skorne. 

"  Of  all  the  god  that  y  haffe  lade  to  grene 
wod, 

He  hayt  take  Let  fro  me,  soo 

All  bot  this  feyr  palffrey, 

That  he  hayt  sende  to  the." 

With  that  sche  toke  op  a  lowde  lawhyng, 
And  swhar  be  hem  that  deyed  on  tre, 

"  Now  haffe  yow  payed  for  all  the  pottys        «w 
That  Roben  gaffe  to  me. 

287.  The  MS.  repeats  this  line  after   the  following:    Het 
urabellet  be  mey  sey. 


32      ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  POTTER. 

"  Now  ye  be  com  horn  to  Notynggam, 

Ye  schall  haffe  god  ynowe ; " 
Now  speke  we  of  Roben  Hode, 

And  of  the  pottyr  onder  the  grene  bowhe.  310 

"  Potter,  what  was  they  pottys  worthe 
To  Notynggam  that  y  ledde  with  me  ?  " 

"  They  wer  worth  two  nobellys,"  seyd  he, 
"  So  mot  y  treyffe  or  the  ; 

So  cowde  y  had  for  tham,  sw 

And  y  had  ther  be." 

"  Thow  schalt  hafe  ten  ponde,"  seyde  Roben, 

"  Of  money  feyr  and  fre  ; 
And  yever  whan  thou  comest  to  grene  wod, 

Wellcom,  potter  to  me."  sao 

Thes  partyd  Robyn,  the  screffe,  and  the  potter, 

Ondernethe  the  grene-wod  tre  ; 
God  haffe  mersey  on  Robyn  Hodys  solle. 

And  saffe  all  god  yemanrey  ! 

MS.  310,  bowhes.    316,  be  ther. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BUTCHER.     33 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BUTCHER. 

Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  27.  Printed  from  an  old 
black-letter  copy  in  the  collection  of  Anthony  a 
Wood.  The  story  is  the  same  as  in  the  second  part 
of  Robin  Hood  and  the  Potter. 

COME,  all  you  brave  gallants,  and  listen  awhile, 
With  hey  down,  down,  an  a  down, 

That  are  in  the  bowers  within  ; 
For  of  Robin  Hood,  that  archer  good, 

A  song  I  intend  for  to  sing. 

Upon  a  time  it  chanced  so,  « 

Bold  Robin  in  forrest  did  'spy 
A  jolly  butcher,  with  a  bonny  fine  mare, 

With  his  flesh  to  the  market  did  hye. 

"  Good  morrow,  good  fellow,"  said  jolly  Robin, 
"  What  food  hast  [thou]  ?  tell  unto  me  ;  10 

Thy  trade  to  me  tell,  and  where  thou  dost  dwell, 
For  I  like  well  thy  company." 

The  butcher  he  answer'd  jolly  Robin, 

"  No  matter  where  I  dwell ; 
For  a  butcher  I  am,  and  to  Nottingham  is 

I  am  going,  my  flesh  to  sell." 

VOL.   V.  3 


34     ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BUTCHER. 

"What's   [the]    price  of  thy  flesh?"   said  jolly 
Robin, 

"  Come,  tell  it  soon  unto  me  ; 
And  the  price  of  thy  mare,  be  she  never  so  dear, 

For  a  butcher  fain  would  I  be."  20 

"  The  price  of  my  flesh,"  the  butcher  repli'd, 

"  I  soon  will  tell  unto  thee  ; 
With  my  bonny  mare,  and  they  are  not  too  dear. 

Four  mark  thou  must  give  unto  me." 

"  Four    mark    I    will    give    thee,"    saith   jolly 
Robin,  as 

"  Four  mark  it  shall  be  thy  fee  ; 
The  mony  come  count,  and  let  me  mount, 

For  a  butcher  I  fain  would  be." 

Now  Robin  he  is  to  Nottingham  gone, 

His  butchers  trade  to  begin  ;  so 

With  good  intent  to  the  sheriff  he  went, 
And  there  he  took  up  his  inn. 

When  other  butchers  did  open  their  meat, 

Bold  Robin  he  then  begun ; 
But  how  for  to  sell  he  knew  not  well,  « 

For  a  butcher  he  was  but  young. 

When  other  butchers  no  meat  could  sell, 
Robin  got  both  gold  and  fee  ; 
17.  What  is  price. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BUTCHER.     35 

For  he  sold  more  meat  for  one  peny 

Then  others  could  do  for  three.  « 

But  when  he  sold  his  meat  so  fast, 

No  butcher  by  him  could  thrive  ; 
For  he  sold  more  meat  for  one  peny 

Than  others  could  do  for  five. 

Which  made  the  butchers  of  Nottingham  45 

To  study  as  they  did  stand, 
Saying,  "  Surely  he  '  is '  some  prodigal, 

That  hath  sold  his  fathers  land." 

The  butchers  stepped  to  jolly  Robin, 

Acquainted  with  him  for  to  be ;  50 

"  Come,  brother,"  one  said,  "  we  be  all  of  one  trade, 

"  Come,  will  you  go  dine  with  me  ?  " 

"Accurst  of  his  heart,"  said  jolly  Robin, 

"  That  a  butcher  doth  deny  ; 
I  will  go  with  you,  my  brethren  true,  M 

As  fast  as  I  can  hie." 

But  when  to  the  sheriffs  house  they  came, 

To  dinner  they  hied  apace, 
And  Robin  Hood  he  the  man  must  be 

Before  them  all  to  say  grace.  oo 

"  Pray  God  bless  us  all,"  said  jolly  Robin, 
"And  our  meat  within  this  place ; 


36  '   KOBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BUTCHER. 

A  cup  of  sack  so  good  will  nourish  our  blood, 
And  so  do  I  end  my  grace. 

"  Come  fill  us  more  wine,"  said  jolly  Robin,        n 
"  Let  us  be  merry  while  we  do  stay  ; 

For  wine  and  good  cheer,  be  it  never  so  dear, 
I  vow  I  the  reck'ning  will  pay. 

"  Come,  *  brothers,'  be  merry,"  said  jolly  Robin, 
"  Let  us  drink,  and  never  give  ore ;  70 

For  the  shot  I  will  pay,  ere  I  go  my  way, 
If  it  cost  me  five  pounds  and  more." 

"  This  is  a  mad  blade,"  the  butchers  then  said ; 

Saies  the  sheriff,  "  He  is  some  prodigal, 
That  some  land  has  sold  for  silver  and  gold,         rs 

And  now  he  doth  mean  to  spend  all. 

"  Hast  thou  any  horn  beasts,"  the  sheriff  repli'd, 

"  Good  fellow,  to  sell  unto  me  ?  " 
"  Yes,  that  I  have,  good  master  sheriff, 

I  have  hundreds  two  or  three  ;  so 

"And  a  hundred  aker  of  good  free  land, 

If  you  please  it  to  see : 
And  lie  make  you  as  good  assurance  of  it, 

As  ever  my  father  made  me." 

The  sheriff  he  saddled  his  good  palfrey,  & 

And,  with  three  hundred  pound  in  gold, 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BUTCHER. 

Away  he  went  with  bold  Robin  Hood, 
His  horned  beasts  to  behold. 

Away  then  the  sheriff  and  Robin  did  ride, 

To  the  forrest  of  merry  Sherwood  ;  so 

Then  the  sheriff  did   say,   "  God   bless  us   this 

day 
From  a  man  they  call  Robin  Hood  ! " 

But  when  a  little  farther  they  came, 

Bold  Robin  he  chanced  to  spy 
A  hundred  head  of  good  red  deer,  95 

Come  tripping  the  sheriff  full  nigh. 

"  How  like  you  my  horn'd  beasts,  good  master 
sheriff? 

They  be  fat  and  fair  for  to  see ; " 
"I  tell  thee,  good  fellow,  I  would  I  were  gone, 

For  I  like  not  thy  company."  100 

Then  Robin  set  his  horn  to  his  mouth, 

And  blew  but  blasts  three  ; 
Then  quickly  anon  there  came  Little  John, 

And  all  his  company. 

"What  is  your  will,  master?"  then  said  Little  John, 
"  Good  master  come  tell  unto  me  ;  "  105 

"  I  have  brought  hither  the   sheriff  of  Notting 
ham 
This  day  to  dine  with  thee." 


38  ROBTN   AND    GANDELTN. 

"  He  is  welcome  to  me,"  then  said  Little  John, 
"  I  hope  he  will  honestly  pay  ;  iw 

I  know  he  has  gold,  if  it  be  but  well  told, 
Will  serve  us  to  drink  a  whole  day." 

Then  Robin  took  his  mantle  from  his  back, 

And  laid  it  upon  the  ground  : 
And  out  of  the  sheriffs  portmantle  "5 

He  told  three  hundred  pound. 

Then  Robin  he  brought  him  thorow  the  wood, 

And  set  him  on  his  dapple  gray  ; 
"  0  have  me  commended  to  your  wife  at  home  ;  " 

So  Robin  went  laughing  away.  120 


ROBYN  AND  GANDELYN. 

This  interesting  ballad  (derived  from  a  manuscript 
of  the  15th  century,)  belongs  to  the  cycle  of  Robin 
Hood,  as  Mr.  Wright  remarks,  "  at  least  by  its  sub 
ject,  if  not  by  the  person  whose  death  it  celebrates." 
It  was  first  printed  by  Ritson  in  his  Ancient  Songs 
and  Ballads,  (i.  81,)  and  has  been  again  printed  by 
Mr.  Wright  in  a  little  black-letter  volume  of  Songs 
and  Caroh  (No.  X)  ;  from  which  we  take  our  copy. 

The  similarity  of  the  name  Gandelyn  to  the  Game- 
lyn  of  the  Cook's  Tale,  attributed  to  Chaucer,  and  the 
affinity  of  that  story  to  the  Robin  Hood  ballads,  are 


ROBYN    AND    GANDELYN.  39 

alluded  to  by  the  last-named  editor.  Is  it  not  possible 
that  this  name  reappears  again  in  the  "  Young  Gam- 
well  "  of  Robin  Hood  and  the  Stranger  ? 

The  dialect  of  this  piece  is  proved  by  an  incidental 
coincidence,  says  Mr.  Wright,  to  be  that  of  War 
wickshire. 

I  HERDE  a  carpyng  of  a  clerk 

Al  at  zone  wodes  ende, 
Of  gode  Robyn  and  Gandeleyn 

Was  ther  non  other  thynge. 

Robynn  lyth  in  grene  wode  bowndyn. 

Stronge  tlieuys  wern  tho  chylderin  non,  s 

But  bowmen  gode  and  liende : 
He  wentyn  to  wode  to  getyn  hem  fleych, 

If  God  wold  it  hem  sende. 

Al  day  wentyn  tho  chylderin  too, 

And  fleych  fowndyn  he  non,  10 

Til  it  were  ageyn  euyn, 

The  chylderin  wold  gon  horn : 

Half  a  bonder  id  of  fat  falyf  der 

He  comyn  azon, 
And  all  he  wern  fayr  and  fat  inow,  is 

But  markyd  was  ther  non. 
"  Be  dere  Gode,"  seyde  gode  [Robyn], 

"  Hereof  we  xul  haue  on." 

4,  MS.  gynge. 


40  ROBYN    AND    GANDELYN. 

Robyn  bent  his  joly  bowe, 

Therin  he  set  a  flo,  20 

The  fattest  der  of  alle  [the  herd] 

The  herte  he  clef  a-to. 

He  hadde  not  the  der  islawe 

Ne  half  out  of  the  hyde, 
There  cam  a  schrewde  arwe  out  of  the  west,   25 

That  felde  Roberts  pryde. 

Gandeleyn  lokyd  hym  est  and  west 

Be  euery  syde ; 
"  Hoo  hat  myn  mayster  slayin, 

Ho  hat  don  this  dede  ?  » 

Xal  I  neuer  out  of  grene  wode  go, 

Ti[l]  I  se  [his]  sydis  blede." 

Gandeleyn  lokyd  hym  est  and  lokyd  west, 

And  sowt  vnder  the  sunne, 
He  saw  a  lytil  boy  ** 

He  clepyn  Wrennok  of  Doune  : 

A  good  bowe  in  his  hond, 

A  brod  arewe  therine, 
And  fowre  and  xx  goode  arwys 

Trusyd  in  a  thrumme.  *> 

"  Be  war  the,  war  the,  Gandeleyn, 

Herof  thu  xalt  han  summe : 

19,  MS.  went.  24,  cut  of,  Ritson. 


ROBYN    AND    GANDELYN.  41 

"  Be  war  the,  war  the,  Gandeleyn, 

Herof  thu  gyst  plente." 
"  Euere  on  for  an  other,"  seyde  Gandeleyn,    45 

"  Mysaunter  haue  he  xal  fle." 

"  Qwerat  xal  our  marke  be  ?  " 

Seyde  Gandeleyn : 
"  Eueryche  at  otheris  herte," 

Seyde  Wrennok  ageyn.  .w 

"  Ho  xal  zeue  the  ferste  schote?  " 

Seyde  Gandeleyn : 
"  And  I  xal  zeue  the  on  beforn," 

Seyd  Wrennok  ageyn. 

Wrennok  schette  a  ful  good  schote,  55 

And  he  schet  not  too  hye  ; 
Throw  the  sanchothis  of  his  bryk, 

It  towchyd  neyther  thye. 

"  Now  hast  thu  zouyn  me  on  beforn," 

Al  thus  to  Wrennok  seyde  he,  6° 

"  And  throw  the  myzt  of  our  lady 
A  bettere  I  xal  zeue  the." 

Gandeleyn  bent  his  goode  bowe, 

And  set  therin  a  flo, 
He  schet  throw  his  grene  certyl,  cs 

His  herte  he  clef  on  too. 
61,  MS.  thu. 


42          A    LTTELL    GESTE    OF  ROBYN    HODE. 

"  Now  zalt  thu  neuer  zelpe,  Wrennok, 

At  ale  ne  at  wyn, 
That  thu  hast  slawe  goode  Robyn 

And  his  knaue  Gandeleyn. 

"  Now  xalt  thu  neuer  zelpe,  Wrennok, 

At  wyn  ne  at  ale, 
That  thu  hast  slawe  goode  Robyn 

And  Gandeleyyn  his  knave." 

Robyn  lyzth  in  grene  wode  bow[_n~\dyn. 


A  LYTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

THREE  complete  editions  of  this  highly  popular 
poem  are  known,  all  without  date.  The  earliest, 
(perhaps  not  later  than  1520,)  is  by  Wynken  de 
Worde,  and  has  this  title :  Here  beginneth  a  mery 
geste  of  Robyn  Hode  and  his  meyne,  and  of  the  proude 
shcryfe  of  Notyngham.  A  second  is  by  William  Cop 
land,  and  is  apparently  made  from  the  former.  A 
third  was  printed  from  Copland's,  for  Edward  White, 
and  though  without  date  is  entered  in  the  Stationers1 
Registers  in  1594.  Portions  have  been  preserved  of 
two  other  editions,  earlier  than  any  of  these  three. 
Ritson  had  in  his  hands  a  few  leaves  of  an  "old 
4to.  black-letter  impression,"  by  Wynken  de  Worde, 
"probably  in  1489."  The  Gest  of  Robyn  Hode  was 
also  printed  at  Edinburgh,  in  1508,  by  Chepman  and 

74,  MS.  knawe. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.         43 

Myllar,  who  in  the  same  year  issued  a  considerable 
number  of  poetical  tracts.  A  volume  of  these,  con 
taining  a  large  fragment  of  the  piece  in  question,  was 
most  fortunately  recovered  towards  the  end  of  the  last 
century,  and  has  been  reprinted  in  fac  simile  by  the 
Messrs.  Laing,  Edinburgh,  1827. 

The  Lytell  Geste  is  obviously  to  be  regarded  as  an 
heroic  poem,  constructed,  partly  or  entirely,  out  of 
previously  existing  unconnected  "  rhymes  of  Robin 
Hood."  The  earlier  ballads  employed  for  this  pur 
pose  have  not  been  handed  down  to  us  in  their  prim 
itive  form.  Whatever  this  may  have  been,  they  were 
probably  very  freely  treated  by  the  rhapsodist  that 
strung  them  together,  who  has  indeed  retold  the 
ancient  stories  with  such  skill  as  might  well  cause 
the  ruder  originals  to  be  forgotten.  Nevertheless,  the 
third  fit  of  our  little  epic  is  indisputably  of  common 
derivation  with  the  last  part  of  the  older  ballad  of 
Robin  Hood  and  the  Potter,  and  other  portions  of  this 
tale  occur  separately  in  ballads,  which,  though  mod 
ern  in  their  structure,  may  have  had  a  source  inde 
pendent  of  the  Lytell  Geste. 

It  will  be  observed  that  each  fit  of  this  piece  does 
not  constitute  a  complete  story.  Mr.  Hunter  has  cor 
rectly  enough  indicated  the  division  into  ballads  as 
follows  :  The  first  ballad  is  comprised  in  the  first  two 
fits,  and  may  be  called  Robin  Hood  and  the  Knight ; 
the  second  ballad  is  the  third  fit,  and  may  be  called 
Little  John  and  the  Sheriff  of  Nottinghamshire ;  in 
the  fourth  fit  we  have  the  ballad  of  Robin  Hood 
and  the  Monks  of  St.  Mary ;  in  the  fifth  and  sixth, 
Robin  Hood,  the  Sheriff  of  Nottingham,  and  the 
Knight ;  the  seventh  and  part  of  the  eighth  contain 


44         A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE. 

the  ballad  of  Robin  Hood  and  the  King;  and  the 
remaining  stanzas  of  the  eighth  the  Death  of  Robin 
Hood. 

Concerning  the  imagined  historical  foundation  of 
the  Lytell  Geste,  see  the  general  remarks  on  Robin 
Hood  prefixed  to  this  volume. 

LITHE  and  lysten,  gentylmen, 

That  be  of  frebore  blode ; 
I  shall  you  tell  of  a  good  yeman, 

His  name  was  Robyn  Hode. 

Robyn  was  a  proude  outlawe,  « 

Whyles  he  walked  on  grounde ; 
So  curteyse  an  outlawe  as  he  was  one 

Was  never  none  yfounde. 

Robyn  stode  in  Bernysdale, 

And  lened  hym  to  a  tre,  10 

9  Barnsdale  is  a  tract  of  country,  four  or  five  miles  broad, 
in  the  West  Riding  of  Yorkshire.  It  was,  we  are  told,  wood 
land  until  recent  inclosures,  and  is  spoken  of  by  Leland  as  a 
"woody  and  famous  forest"  in  the  reign  of  Henry  the 
Eighth.  From  the  depths  of  this  retreat  to  Doncaster  the 
distance  is  less  than  ten  miles,  and  to  Nottingham,  in  a 
straight  line,  about  fifty.  A  little  to  the  north  of  Barnsdale 
is  Pontefract,  and  a  little  to  the  northwest  is  Wakefield,  and 
beyond  this  the  Priory  of  Kirklees.  Mr.  Hunter,  whom  we 
follow  here,  has  shown  by  contemporary  evidence  that  Barns- 
dale  was  infested  by  robbers  in  the  days  of  the  Edwards. 
"  In  the  last  year  of  the  reign  of  King  Edward  the  First,  the 
bishops  of  St.  Andrew's  and  Glasgow,  and  the  Abbot  of 
Scone  were  conveyed,  at  the  King's  charge,  from  Scotland 
to  Winchester.  In  this  journey  they  had  a  guard,  sometimes 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.          45 

And  by  hym  stode  Lytell  Johan, 
A  good  yeman  was  he  ; 

And  also  dyde  good  Scathelock, 

And  Much  the  millers  sone  ; 
There  was  no  ynche  of  his  body,  is 

But  it  was  worthe  a  grome. 

Than  bespake  hym  Lytell  Johan 

All  unto  Robyn  Hode, 
"  Mayster,  yf  ye  wolde  dyne  betyme, 

It  wolde  do  you  moch  good."  20 

Then  bespake  good  Robyn, 

"  To  dyne  I  have  no  lest, 
Tyll  I  have  some  bolde  baron, 

Or  some  unketh  gest, 

"  [Or  els  some  byshop  or  abbot]  2* 

That  may  paye  for  the  best ; 
Or  some  knyght  or  some  squyere 

That  dwelleth  here  by  west." 

of  eight  archers,  sometimes  of  twelve ;  but  when  they  had 
got  as  far  south  as  Daventry,  they  had  no  archers  at  all  in 
attendance,  and  proceeded  without  a  guard,  in  three  days 
from  thence  to  Winchester.  But  when  they  passed  from 
Pontefract  to  Tickhill,  the  guard  had  been  increased  to  the 
number  of  twenty  archers,  and  the  reason  given  in  the  ac 
count  of  the  expenses  of  their  journey,  for  this  addition  to 
the  cost  of  the  conveyance,  is  given  in  the  two  words,  prvpter 
Barnsdale." 

22.  lust,  Kitson. 


46         A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   KOBYN    HODE. 

A  good  maner  than  had  Robyn, 

In  londe  where  that  he  were, 
Every  daye  or  he  woulde  dyne 

Thre  messes  wolde  he  here : 

The  one  in  the  worshyp  of  the  fader, 

The  other  of  the  holy  goost, 
The  thyrde  was  of  our  dere  lady, 

That  he  loved  of  all  other  moste. 

Robyn  loved  our  dere  lady ; 

For  doute  of  dedely  synne, 
Wolde  he  never  do  company  harme 

That  ony  woman  was  ynne. 

"  Mayster,"  than  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 
"  And  we  our  borde  shall  sprede, 

Tell  us  whether  we  shall  gone, 
And  what  lyfe  we  shall  lede ; 

"  Where  we  shall  take,  where  we  shall  leve, 
Where  we  shall  abide  behynde, 

Where  we  shall  robbe,  where  we  shall  reve, 
Where  we  shall  bete  and  bynde." 

"  Therof  no  fors,"  said  Robyn, 

"  We  shall  do  well  ynough  ; 
But  loke  ye  do  no  housbonde  harme 

That  tylleth  with  his  plough  ; 


A   LTTELL    GESTE    OF  ROBYN    HODE.          47 

"  No  more  ye  shall  no  good  yeman, 
That  walketh  by  grene  wode  shawe, 

Ne  no  knyght,  ne  no  squyer,  ss 

That  wolde  be  a  good  felawe. 

"  These  byshoppes,  and  thyse  archebysshoppes, 

Ye  shall  them  bete  and  bynde  ; 
The  hye  sheryfe  of  Notynghame, 

Hym  holde  in  your  mynde."  «> 

"This  worde  shall   be  holde,"   sayd  Lytyil 
Johan, 

"  And  this  lesson  shall  we  lere  ; 
It  is  ferre  dayes,  god  sende  us  a  gest, 

That  we  were  at  our  dynere." 

"Take  thy  good  bowe  in  thy  hande,"    said 
Robyn,  65 

"  Let  Moche  wende  with  the, 
And  so  shall  Wyllyam  Scathelocke, 

And  no  man  abyde  with  me : 

"  And  walke  up  to  the  Sayles, 

And  so  to  Watlynge-strete,  70 

69,  70.  "  The  Sayles,"  is  a  place  no  longer  known,  but  it  is 
certain  that  there  was  formerly  a  place  of  the  name  in  Barns- 
dale  or  near  it.  "  It  was  a  very  small  tenancy  of  the  manor 
of  Pontefract,  being  not  more  than  the  tenth  of  a  knight's 
fee"  (Hunter).  Watling  Street  stands  here  for  the  great 
North  Road,  probably  a  Roman  highway,  which  crosses 
Barnsdale. 


48         A    LYTELL    GESTE    OP   ROBYN    HODE. 

And  wayte  after  some  unketh  gest, 
Up-chaunce  ye  mo  we  them  mete. 

"  Be  he  erle  or  ony  baron, 

Abbot  or  ony  knyght, 
Brynge  hym  to  lodge  to  me, 

Hys  dyner  shall  be  dyght." 

They  wente  unto  the  Sayles, 

These  yemen  all  thre, 
They  loked  est,  they  loked  west, 

They  myght  no  man  see. 

But  as  they  loked  in  Barnysdale, 

By  a  derne  strete, 
Then  came  there  a  knyght  rydynge, 

Full  sone  they  gan  hym  mete. 

All  dreri  then  was  his  semblaunte, 

And  lytell  was  hys  pryde, 
Hys  one  fote  in  the  sterope  stode, 

That  other  waved  besyde. 

Hys  hode  hangynge  over  hys  eyen  two. 

He  rode  in  symple  aray  ; 
A  soryer  man  than  he  was  one 

Rode  never  in  somers-day. 

Lytell  Johan  was  curteyse, 
And  set  hym  on  his  kne : 
85.  all  his.  PCC. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN   HODE.         49 

"  Welcome  be  ye,  gentyll  knyght,  as 

Welcome  are  you  to  me. 

"  Welcome  be  thou  to  grene  wood, 

Hende  knyght  and  fre  ; 
My  mayster  hath  abyden  you  fastynge, 

Syr,  all  these  oures  thre."  i*> 

"  Who  is  your  mayster  ?  "  sayd  the  knyght. 

Johan  sayde,  "  Robyn  Hode." 
"  He  is  a  good  yeman,"  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  Of  hym  I  have  herde  moch  good. 

"  I  graunte,"  he  sayd,  "  with  you  to  wende,     ios 

My  brethren,  all  in-fere ; 
My  purpose  was  to  have  deyned  to  day 

At  Blythe  or  Dankastere." 

Forthe  than  went  this  gentyll  knyght, 

With  a  carefull  chere  ;  no 

The  teres  out  of  his  eyen  ran, 
And  fell  downe  by  his  lere. 

They  brought  hym  unto  the  lodge  dore  ; 

When  Robyn  gan  hym  se, 
Full  curteysly  dyde  of  his  hode,  115 

And  set  hym  on  his  kne. 


106,  so  R.  (ed.  1489) :  all  three,  W.  C.  (de  Worde  &  Copland). 
109,  this,  R.  that,  W.  C.  112,  ere,  R. 

VOL.  V.  4 


50         A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBTN    HODE. 

"  Welcome,  syr  knyglit,"  then  said  Robyn, 

"  Welcome  thou  arte  to  me, 
I  haue  abyde  you  fastynge,  syr, 

All  these  houres  thre."  lao 

Then  answered  the  gentyll  knyglit, 

With  wordes  fayre  and  fre, 
"  God  the  save,  good  Robyn, 

And  all  thy  fayre  meyne." 

They  washed  togyder  and  wyped  bothe,          125 

And  set  tyll  theyr  dynere  ; 
Brede  and  wyne  they  had  ynough, 

And  nombles  of  the  dere. 

Swannes  and  fesauntes  they  had  full  good, 
And  foules  of  the  revere  ;  iao 

There  fayled  never  so  lytell  a  byrde, 
That  ever  was  bred  on  brere. 

"  Do  gladly,  syr  knyght,"  sayd  Robyn ; 

"  Gramercy,  syr,"  sayd  he, 
"  Such  a  dyner  had  I  not  IM 

Of  all  these  wekes  thre. 

"  If  I  come  agayne,  Robyn, 

Here  by  this  countre, 
As  good  a  dyner  I  shall  the  make, 

As  thou  hast  made  to  me."  i*> 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.         51 

"  Gramercy,  knyght,"  sayd  Robyn ; 

"  My  dyner  whan  I  have, 
I  was  never  so  gredy,  by  dere  worthy  god, 

My  dyner  for  to  crave. 

44  But  pay  or  ye  wende,"  sayd  Robyn,  i« 

"  Me  thynketh  it  is  good  ryght ; 
It  was  never  the  maner,  by  dere  worthy  god, 

A  yeman  to  pay  for  a  knyght." 

"  I  have  nought  in  my  cofers,"  sayd  the  knyght, 
"  That  I  may  prefer  for  shame ; "  iso 

"  Lytell  Johan,  go  loke,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  Ne  let  not  for  no  blame. 

«  Tell  me  trouth,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  So  god  have  parte  of  the ;  " 
"  I  have  no  more  but  ten  shillings,"  sayd  the 
knyght,  155 

"  So  god  have  parte  of  me." 

"  Yf  thou  have  no  more,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  I  wyll  not  one  peny  ; 
And  yf  thou  have  nede  of  ony  more, 

More  shall  I  len  the.  «w 

"  Go  now  forth,  Lytell  Johan, 
The  trouthe  tell  thou  me ; 

148,  to  pay,  R.  pay,  W.  C. 

161,  Robyn,  R,  Robyn  Hoode,  W.  C. 


52         A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE. 

Yf  there  be  no  more  but  ten  shillings, 
Not  one  peny  that  I  se." 

Lytell  Johan  spred  downe  his  mantell,  IGS 

Full  fayre  upon  the  grounde, 
And  there  he  found  in  the  knyghtes  cofer 

But  even  halfe  a  pounde. 

Lytyll  Johan  let  it  lye  full  styll, 

And  went  to  his  mayster  full  lowe  :  iro 

"  What  tydynge,  Johan  ?  "  sayd  Robyn : 

"  Syr,  the  knyght  is  trewe  inough." 

"  Fyll  of  the  best  wyne,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  The  knyght  shall  begynne  ; 
Moch  wonder  thynketh  me  ITS 

Thy  clothynge  is  so  thynue. 

"  Tell  me  one  worde,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  And  counsell  shall  it  be ; 
I  trowe  thou  were  made  a  knyght  of  forse, 

Or  elles  of  yemanry  ;  iso 

.    "  Or  elles  thou  hast  ben  a  sory  housband, 
And  leved  in  stroke  and  stryfe  ; 

179.  "  This  stanza  is  remarkable  for  containing  a  reference 
to  one  of  the  old  grievances  of  the  people  of  England.  In 
the  reign  of  Henry  the  Third,  and  his  son,  and  grandson,  the 
compelling  persons,  some  of  them  of  no  great  estate,  to  take 
upon  them  the  honour  of  knighthood,  or  pay  a  large  sum  to 
be  excused,  was  felt  as  a  heavy  oppression." — HUNTER. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OP  ^lOBYN    HODE.         53 

An  okerer,  or  elles  a  lechoure,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  With  wronge  hast  thou  lede  thy  lyfe." 

"  I  am  none  of  them,"  sayd  the  knyght,  iss 

"  By  god  that  made  me  ; 
An  hondreth  wynter  here  before, 

Myne  aunsetters  knyghtes  have  be. 

"  But  ofte  it  hath  befal,  Robyn, 

A  man  hath  be  dysgrate  ;  190 

But  god  that  syteth  in  heven  above 

May  amend  his  state. 

"  Within  two  or  thre  yere,  Robyn,"  he  sayd, 

"  My  neyghbores  well  it  kende, 
Foure  hondreth  pounde  of  good  money  ias 

Full  wel  than  myghte  I  spende. 

"  Now  have  I  no  good,"  sayd  the  knyght, 
"  But  my  chyldren  and  my  wyfe ; 

God  hath  shapen  such  an  ende, 

Tyll  god  may  amende  my  lyfe."  200 

"  In  what  maner,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Hast  thou  lore  thy  riches  ?  " 
"  For  my  grete  foly,"  he  sayd, 

"  And  for  my  kindenesse. 

193,  two  yere,  E.    194,  knowe,  OCC.    200,  it  may  amende, 

occ. 


54    A  LTTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

"  I  had  a  sone,  for  soth,  Robyn,  205 

That  sholde  have  ben  my  eyre, 
When  he  was  twenty  wynter  olde, 

In  felde  wolde  juste  full  feyre. 

"  He  slewe  a  knyght  of  Lancastshyre, 

And  a  squyre  bolde ;  210 

For  to  save  hym  in  his  ryght, 
My  goodes  beth  sette  and  solde. 

"My  londes  beth  set  to  wedde,  Robyn, 

Untyll  a  certayne  daye, 
To  a  ryche  abbot  here  besyde,  215 

Of  Saynt  Mary  abbay." 

"  What  is  the  somme  ?  "  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Trouthe  than  tell  thou  me ; " 
"  Syr,"  he  sayd,  "  foure  hondred  pounde, 

The  abbot  tolde  it  to  me."  220 

"  Now,  and  thou  lese  thy  londe,"  sayd  Robyn, 
.  «  What  shall  fall  of  the  ?  " 
"  Hastely  I  wyll  me  buske,"  sayd  the  knyght, 
"  Over  the  salte  see, 

"  And  se  where  Cryst  was  quycke  and  deed  225 

On  the  mounte  of  Caluare  : 
Fare  well,  frende,  and  have  good  daye, 

It  may  noo  better  be." 

209,  lancasesshyre,  K.  228,  not  W.  C. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.         55 

Teeres  fell  out  of  his  eyen  two, 

He  wolde  haue  gone  his  waye :  230 

"  Farewell,  frendes,  and  have  good  day, 

I  ne  have  more  to  pay." 

"  Where  be  thy  friendes  ?  "  sayd  Robyn : 

"  Syr,  never  one  wyll  me  know  ; 
Whyle  I  was  ryche  inow  at  home,  ass 

Grete  bost  then  wolde  they  blowe. 

"  And  now  they  renne  awaye  fro  me, 

As  bestes  on  a  rowe  ; 
They  take  no  more  heed  of  me 

Then  they  me  never  sawe."  240 

For  ruthe  then  wepte  Lytell  Johan, 

Scathelocke  and  Much  in  fere : 
"  Fyll  of  the  best  wyne,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  For  here  is  a  symple  chere. 

"  Hast  thou  ony  frendes,"  sayd  Robyn,  2*5 

"  Thy  borowes  that  wyll  be  ?  " 
"  I  have  none,"  then  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  But  god  that  dyed  on  a  tree." 

"  Do  waye  thy  japes,"  sayd  Robyn, 

**  Therof  will  I  right  none ;  250 

233,  by  W.  C.  234.  So  R.  knowe  me,  W.  C.  The  fragment 
of  de  Worde's  older  ed.  ends  with  v.  239.  242,  also,  PCC.  for 
4  in  fere.'  243.  Wyme,  PCC. 


56          A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE. 

Wenest  thou  I  wyll  have  god  to  borowe, 
Peter,  Poule,  or  Johan  ? 

"  Nay,  by  hym  that  me  made, 

And  shope  both  sonne  and  mone ; 

Fynde  a  better  borowe,"  sayd  Robyn,  ^ 

"  Or  mony  getest  thou  none." 

"I  have  none  other,"  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  The  sothe  for  to  say, 
But  yf  it  be  our  dere  lady, 

She  fayled  me  never  or  this  day."  200 

"  By  dere  worthy  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  To  seche  all  England  thoro'we, 

Yet  founde  I  never  to  my  pay 
A  moch  better  borowe. 

u  Come  now  forthe,  Lytell  Johan,  ass 

And  goo  to  my  tresoure, 
And  brynge  me  foure  hondred  pounde, 

And  loke  that  it  well  tolde  be." 

Forthe  then  wente  Lytell  Johan, 

And  Scathelocke  went  before,  ^0 

He  tolde  out  foure  houndred  pounde, 

By  eyghtene  score. 

272.  I.  e.  by  so  many  score  to  the  hundred.  It  is  certainly 
a  very  hyperbolical  expression,  but  he  measures  the  cloth  in 
the  same  way. — RITSON.  ^ 


A  LYTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HOYD.    57 

« Is  this  well  tolde  ?  "  said  lytell  Much. 

Johan  sayd,  "  What  greveth  the  ? 
It  is  almes  to  helpe  a  gentyll  knyght  ar« 

That  is  fall  in  poverte." 

"  Mayster,"  than  said  Lytell  Johan, 

"  His  clothynge  is  full  thynne  ; 
Ye  must  gyve  the  knyght  a  lyveray 

To  lappe  his  body  ther  in.  280 

"  For  ye  have  scarlet  and  grene,  mayster, 

And  many  a  ryche  aray ; 
There  is  no  marchaunt  in  mery  Englonde, 

So  ryche,  I  dare  well  saye." 

"  Take  hym  thre  yerdes  of  every  coloure,        aw 

And  loke  that  well  mete  it  be  : " 
Lytell  Johan  toke  none  other  mesure 

But  his  bowe  tre. 

And  of  every  handfull  that  he  met 

He  lept  ouer  fotes  thre  :  .      290 

"  What  devilkyns  draper,"  sayd  litell  Much, 

"  Thynkyst  thou  to  be?" 

Scathelocke  stoode  full  styll  and  lough, 

And  sayd,  "  By  god  allmyght, 
Johan  may  gyve  hym  the  better  mesure  ;  295 

By  god,  it  cost  him  but  lyght." 
280,  helpe,  W.  wrappe,  C. 


58    A  LTTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

"  Mayster,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

All  unto  Robyn  Hode, 
"  Ye  must  gyve  that  knight  an  hors, 

To  lede  home  al  this  good."  aoo 

"Take  hym  a  gray  courser,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  And  a  sadell  newe ; 
He  is  our  ladyes  messengere, 

God  lene  that  he  be  true." 

"  And  a  good  palfraye,"  sayd  lytell  Moch,       305 
"  To  mayntayne  hym  in  his  ryght : " 

"  And  a  payre  of  botes,"  sayd  Scathelocke, 
"  For  he  is  a  gentyll  knyght." 

"What  shalt  thou  gyve  him,  Lytel  Johan?" 
sayd  Robyn. 

"  Syr,  a  payre  of  gylte  spores  clene,  310 

To  pray  for  all  this  company  : 

"God  brynge  hym  out  of  tene  ! " 

"  Whan  shall  my  daye  be,"  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  Syr,  and  your  wyll  be  ?  " 
"  This  daye  twelve  moneth,"  sayd  Robyn,       sis 

"  Under  this  grene  wode  tre." 

u  It  were  grete  shame,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  A  knyght  alone  to  ryde, 

304.  leue,  W.  lende,  C 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.         59 

Without  squyer,  yeman,  or  page, 

To  walke  by  hys  syde.  320 

"  I  shall  the  lene  Lytyll  Johan  my  man, 

For  he  shall  be  thy  knave  ; 
In  a  yemans  steed  he  may  the  stonde, 

Yf  thou  grete  nede  have." 

THE    SECONDE    FYTTE. 

NOWE  is  the  knyght  went  on  his  way, 
This  game  hym  thought  full  good  ; 

When  he  loked  on  Bernysdale, 
He  blyssed  Robyn  Hode  ; 

And  whan  he  thought  on  Bernysdale,  * 

On  Scathelock,  Much,  and  Johan, 

He  blyssed  them  for  the  best  company 
That  ever  he  in  come. 

Then  spake  that  gentyll  knyght, 

To  Lytel  Johan  gan  he  saye,  10 

"  To-morrowe  I  must  to  Yorke  toune, 

To  Saynt  Mary  abbay  ; 

"  And  to  the  abbot  of  that  place 
Foure  hondred  pounde  I  must  pay ; 

And  but  I  be  there  upon  this  nyght  M 

My  londe  is  lost  for  ay." 

1,  Eitson,  this  way.   2,  hym,  sic  Ch.  &  M. 


60         A    LTTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE. 

The  abbot  sayd  to  his  covent, 

There  he  stode  on  grounde, 
"  This  day  twelfe  moneth  came  there  a  knyght 

And  borowed  foure  hondred  pounde.  20 

"  [He  borowed  foure  hondred  pounde J 

Upon  all  his  londe  fre, 
But  he  come  this  ylke  day 

Dysheryte  shall  he  be." 

"  It  is  full  erely,"  sayd  the  pryoure,  as 

"  The  day  is  not  yet  ferre  gone  ; 

I  had  lever  to  pay  an  hondred  pounde, 
And  lay  it  downe  anone. 

"  The  knight  is  ferre  beyond  e  the  see, 

In  Englonde  is  his  ryght,  30 

And  suffreth  honger  and  colde, 
And  many  a  sory  nyght. 

"  It  were  grete  pyte,"  said  the  pryoure, 

"  So  to  have  his  londe  ; 
And  ye  be  so  lyght  of  your  conseyence,  •"» 

Ye  do  to  him  moch  wronge." 

"  Thou  art  euer  in  my  berde,"  sayd  the  abbot, 
"  By  god  and  saynt  Rycharde  ;  " 

25.  The  prior,  in  an  abbey,  was  the  officer  immediately 
under  the  abbot;  in  priories  and  conventual  cathedrals  he 
was  the  superior. — RITSON. 


A   LTTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.         61 

With  that  cam  in  a  fat-heded  monke, 

The  heygh  selerer.  -tc 

"  He  is  dede  or  hanged,"  sayd  the  monke, 

"  By  god  that  bought  me  dere, 
And  we  shall  have  to  spende  in  this  place 

Foure  hondred  pounde  by  yere." 

The  abbot  and  the  hy  selerer,  45 

Sterte  forthe  full  bolde, 
The  high  justyce  of  Englonde 

The  abbot  there  dyde  holde. 

The  hye  justyce  and  many  mo 

Had  take  into  their  honde  » 

Holy  all  the  knyghtes  det, 

To  put  that  knyght  to  wronge. 

They  denied  the  knyght  wonder  sore, 

The  abbot  and  hys  meyne : 
"  But  he  come  this  ylke  day  m 

Dysheryte  shall  he  be." 

"  He  wyll  not  come  yet,"  sayd  the  justyce, 

"  I  dare  well  undertake ; " 
But  in  sorowe  tyme  for  them  all 

The  knyght  came  to  the  gate.  w 

Than  bespake  that  gentyll  knyght 
Untyll  hys  meyne, 


62         A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE. 

"  Now  put  on  your  symple  wedes 
That  ye  brought  fro  the  see." 

[They  put  on  their  symple  wedes,]  <» 

And  came  to  the  gates  anone ; 
The  porter  was  redy  hymselfe, 

And  welcomed  them  everychone. 

"  Welcome,  syr  knyght,"  sayd  the  porter, 
"  My  lorde  to  mete  is  he,  ro 

And  so  is  many  a  gentyll  man, 
For  the  love  of  the." 

The  porter  swore  a  full  grete  othe, 

"  By  god  that  made  me, 
Here  be  the  best  coresed  hors,  75 

That  ever  yet  sawe  I  me. 

"  Lede  them  into  the  stable,"  he  sayd, 

"  That  eased  might  they  be :  " 
"  They  shall  not  come  therin,"  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  By  god  that  dyed  on  a  tre."  so 

Lordes  were  to  mete  isette 

In  that  abbotes  hall ; 
The  knyght  went  forth  and  kneled  downe, 

And  salued  them  grete  and  small. 

"  Do  gladly,  syr  abbot,"  sayd  the  knyght,         86 
"  I  am  come  to  holde  my  day  : " 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.          63 

The  fyrst  word  the  abbot  spake, 
"  Hast  thou  brought  my  pay  ?  " 

"  Not  one  peny,"  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  By  god  that  maked  me ; "  so 

"  Thou  art  a  shrewed  dettour,"  sayd  the 
abbot ; 

"  Syr  justyce,  drynke  to  me. 

"  What  doost  thou  here,"  sayd  the  abbot, 
"  But  thou  haddest  brought  thy  pay  ?  " 

"  For  god,"  than  sayd  the  knyght,  y« 

"  To  pray  of  a  lenger  daye." 

"  Thy  daye  is  broke,"  sayd  the  justyce, 

"  Londe  getest  thou  none  :  " 
"  Now,  good  syr  justyce,  be  my  frende, 

And  fende  me  of  my  fone."  iw 

"  I  am  holde  with  the  abbot,"  sayd  the  justyce, 

"  Bothe  with  cloth  and  fee :  " 
"  Now,  good  syr  sheryf,  be  my  frende  : " 

"  Nay  for  god,"  sayd  he. 

101,  2.  I.  e.,  the  Chief  Justice  had  been  retained  for  the 
abbot  by  robe  and  fee.  A  writer  in  Notes  and  Queries,  (vol. 
vi.  p.  479,)  quotes  statutes  of  Edward  I.  and  Edward  III. 
against  maintenance,  in  which  the  abuse  of  robes  and  fees  is 
mentioned,  and  cites  the  following  clause  from  the  oath  re 
quired  to  be  taken  by  justices :  "  And  that  ye  will  take  no  fee 
so  long  as  ye  shall  be  justices,  nor  robes,  of  any  man  great  or 
email,  except  of  the  king  himself." 


64         A    LYTTEL    GrESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE. 

"  Now,  good  syr  abbot,  be  my  frende,  ire 

For  thy  curteyse, 
And  holde  my  londes  in  thy  honde 

Tyll  I  have  made  the  gree  ; 

"  And  I  wyll  be  thy  true  servaunte, 

And  trewely  serve  the,  no 

Tyl  ye  have  foure  hondred  pounde 

Of  money  good  and  free." 

t 
The  abbot  sware  a  full  grete  othe, 

"  By  god  that  dyed  on  a  tree, 
Get  the  londe  where  thou  may,  115 

For  thou  getest  none  of  me." 

"  By  dere  worthy  god,"  then  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  That  all  this  worlde  wrought, 
But  I  have  my  londe  agayne 

Full  dere  it  shall  be  bought.  120 

"  God,  that  was  of  a  mayden  borne, 

Lene  us  well  to  spede ! 
For  it  is  good  to  assay  a  frende 

Or  that  a  man  have  nede." 

The  abbot  lothely  on  him  gan  loke,  i-'- 

And  vylaynesly  hym  gan  call ; 
"Out,"  he  sayd,  "thou  false  knyght, 

Spede  the  out  of  my  hall !  " 
122,  leue,  "W.    Lende  us,  C.    126,  loke  (for  call),  W.  C. 


A    LTTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN   HODE.          65 

"  Thou  lyest,"  then  sayd  the  gentyll  kn yght, 
"  Abbot  in  thy  hal ;  iso 

False  knyght  was  I  never, 
By  god  that  made  us  all." 

Up  then  stode  that  gentyll  knyght, 

To  the  abbot  sayd  he, 
"  To  suffre  a  knyght  to  knele  so  longe  135 

Thou  canst  no  curteysye. 

"  In  joustes  and  in  tournement 

Full  ferre  than  have  I  be, 
And  put  myselfe  as  ferre  in  prees 

As  ony  that  ever  I  se."  140 

"  What  wyll  ye  gyve  more,"  said  the  justyce, 
"  And  the  knyght  shall  make  a  releyse  ? 

And  elles  dare  I  safly  swere 

Ye  holde  never  your  londe  in  pees." 

"  An  hondred  pounde,"  sayd  the  abbot ;          HS 
The  justyce  said,  "  Gyve  him  two  ; " 

"  Nay,  be  god,"  said  the  knyght, 
"  Yet  gete  ye  it  not  soo. 

"  Though  ye  wolde  gyve  a  thousande  more, 
Yet  were  ye  never  the  nere ;  1.50 

Shall  there  never  be  myn  eyre, 
Abbot,  justyse,  ne  frere." 

148,  grete,  W.    get,  C.    150,  thou.  POC. 

VOL.    V.  5 


66          A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE. 

He  sterte  hym  to  a  borde  anone, 

Tyll  a  table  rounde, 
And  there  he  shoke  out  of  a  bagge  155 

Even  foure  hondred  pounde. 

"Have  here  thy   golde,  syr  abbot,"  sayd  the 
knyght, 

"  Which  that  thou  lentest  me  ; 
Haddest  thou  ben  curteys  at  my  comynge, 

Rewarde  sholdest  thou  have  be."  ieo 

The  abbot  sat  styll,  and  ete  no  more, 

For  all  his  ryall  chere  ; 
He  caste  his  hede  on  his  sholder, 

And  fast  began  to  stare. 

"  Take  me  my  golde  agayne,"  sayd  the  abbot,  i«6 

"  Syr  justyce,  that  I  toke  the ;  " 
"  Not  a  peny,"  sayd  the  justyce, 

"  By  god,  that  dyed  on  a  tree." 

"  Syr  abbot,  and  ye  men  of  lawe, 

Now  have  I  holde  my  daye,  iro 

Now  shall  I  have  my  londe  agayne, 

For  ought  that  you  can  saye." 

The  knyght  stert  out  of  the  dore, 

Awaye  was  all  his  care, 
And  on  he  put  his  good  clothynge,  iw 

The  other  he  lefte  there. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.          67 

He  wente  hym  forthe  full  mery  syngynge, 

As  men  have  tolde  in  tale, 
His  lady  met  hym  at  the  gate, 

At  home  in  Uterysdale.  wo 

"  Welcome,  my  lorde,"  sayd  his  lady ; 

"  Syr,  lost  is  all  your  good  ?  " 
"  Be  mery,  dame,"  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  And  praye  for  Robyn  Hode, 

"  That  ever  his  soule  be  in  blysse ;  iss 

He  holpe  me  out  of  my  tene ; 
Ne  had  not  be  his  kyndenesse, 

Beggers  had  we  ben. 

u  The  abbot  and  I  acordyd  ben, 

He  is  served  of  his  pay,  100 

The  good  yeman  lent  it  me, 

As  I  came  by  the  way." 

This  knyght  than  dwelled  fayre  at  home, 

The  soth  for  to  say, 
Tyll  he  had  got  foure  hondreth  pounde,          195 

All  redy  for  too  paye. 

He  purveyed  hym  an  hondred  bowes, 
The  strenges  welle  [y-]dyght, 

180.  This  is  a  place  unknown.  There  is  a  forest  in 
Lancashire,  observes  Kitson,  of  the  name  of  Wierysdale,  but 
it  appears  subsequently  that  the  knight's  castle  was  in  Not 
tinghamshire. 


>         A   LTTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE. 

An  hondred  shefe  of  arowes  good, 

The  hedes  burnyshed  full  bryght.  200 

And  every  arowe  an  elle  longe, 

With  pecocke  well  ydyght, 
Inocked  all  with  whyte  sylver, 

It  was  a  semly  syght. 

He  purveyed  hym  an  hondreth  men,  ar> 

Well  harneysed  in  that  stede, 
And  hymselfe  in  that  same  sete, 

And  clothed  in  whyte  and  rede. 

He  bare  a  launsgay  in  his  honde, 

And  a  man  ledde  his  male,  210 

And  reden  with  a  lyght  songe 

Unto  Bernysdale. 

As  he  went  at  brydge  ther  was  a  wrastelyng, 

And  there  taryed  was  he, 
And  there  was  all  the  best  yemen,  215 

Of  all  the  west  countree. 

A  full  fayre  game  there  was  upset ; 

A  whyte  bull  up  ipyght, 
A  grete  courser  with  sadle  and  brydil, 

With  golde  burneyshed  full  bryght ;  290 

A  payre  of  gloves,  a  rede  golde  rynge, 
A  pype  of  wyne,  in  good  fay  ; 
207,  sute,  C.   218, 1  up  pyght,  W.  up  ypyght,  C. 


A   LTTTLE    GESTE    OF    ROBTN   HODE.          69 

What  man  bereth  him  best,  i-wys, 
The  pryce  shall  bere  away. 

There  was  a  yeman  in  that  place,  225 

And  best  worthy  was  he, 
And  for  he  was  ferre  and  frend  bestad, 

Islayne  he  sholde  have  be. 

The  knyght  had  reuth  of  this  yeman, 

In  place  where  that  he  stode,  230 

He  said  that  yoman  sholde  have  no  harme, 
For  love  of  Robyn  Hode. 

The  knyght  presed  into  the  place, 

An  hondred  folowed  hym  fre, 
With  bowes  bent,  and  arowes  sharpe,  286 

For  to  shende  that  company. 

They  sholdred  all,  and  made  hym  rome, 

To  wete  what  he  wolde  say ; 
He  toke  the  yeman  by  the  honde, 

And  gave  hym  all  the  playe.  240 

He  gave  hym  fyve  marke  for  his  wyne, 

There  it  laye  on  the  molde, 
And  bad  it  sholde  be  sette  a  broche, 

Drynke  who  so  wolde. 

Thus  longe  taryed  this  gentyll  knyght,  245 

Tyll  that  playe  was  done, 

234,  fere,  W.  in  fere,  C. 


70         A   LTTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE. 

So  longe  abode  Robyn  fastynge, 
Thre  houres  after  the  none. 

THE    THTRDE    FYTTE. 

Lyth  and  lysten,  gentyll  men, 

All  that  now  be  here, 
Of  Lytell  Johan,  that  was  the  knyghtes  man, 

Good  myrthe  ye  shall  here. 

It  was  upon  a  mery  day,  « 

That  yonge  men  wolde  go  shete, 
Lytell  Johan  fet  his  bo  we  anone, 

And  sayd  he  wolde  them  mete. 

Thre  tymes  Lytell  Johan  shot  about, 

And  always  cleft  the  wande  ;  10 

The  proude  sheryf  of  Notyngham 
By  the  markes  gan  stande. 

The  sheryf  swore  a  full  grete  othe, 

By  hym  that  dyed  on  a  tre, 
This  man  is  the  best  archere  is 

That  yet  sawe  I  me. 

"  Say  me  now,  wyght  yonge  man, 

What  is  now  thy  name  ? 
In  what  countre  were  thou  born, 

And  where  is  thy  wonnynge  wane  ?  "  ao 

6,  shote,  W.  10,  he  sleste,  W.   19,  thou  wast,  C.   wast 
thou,  Wh.     20,  wane,  Ch.  &  M.    wan,  K. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBTN    HODE.         71 

"  In  Holdernesse  I  was  bore, 

I-wys  all  of  my  dame  ; 
Men  call  me  Reynolde  Grenelefe, 

Whan  I  am  at  hame." 

"  Say  me,  Reynaud  Grenelefe,  as 

Wolte  thou  dwell  with  m'e  ? 
And  every  yere  I  wyll  the  gyve 

Twenty  marke  to  thy  fee." 

"  I  have  a  mayster,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  A  curteys  knight  is  he  ;  so 

May  ye  gete  leve  of  hym, 
The  better  may  it  bee." 

The  sheryfe  gate  Lytell  Johan 

Twelve  monethes  of  the  knyght ; 
Therfore  he  gave  him  ryght  anone  « 

A  good  hors  and  a  wyght. 

Now  is  Lytel  Johan  the  sheryffes  man, 

God  gyve  us  well  to  spede, 
But  alway  thought  Lytell  Johan 

To  quyte  hym  well  his  mede.  40 

"  Now  so  god  me  helpe,"  sayd  Lytel  Johan, 

"  And  be  my  trewe  lewte, 
I  shall  be  the  worste  servaunte  to  hym 

That  ever  yet  had  he." 

41.  He,  Ritson.     Ge.  W.  f.  God. 


72         A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE. 

It  befell  upon  a  Wednesday,  « 

The  sheryfe  on  hontynge  was  gone, 

And  Lytel  Johan  lay  in  his  bed, 
And  was  foryete  at  home. 

Therfore  he  was  fastynge 

Tyl  it  was  past  the  none  ;  »» 

"  Good  syr  stuard,  I  pray  the, 

Geve  me  to  dyne,"  sayd  Lytel  Johan. 

"  It  is  to  long  for  Grenelefe, 

Fastynge  so  long  to  be ; 
Therfore  I  pray  the,  stuarde,  55 

My  dyner  gyve  thou  me." 

"  Shalt   thou  never  ete  ne  drynke,"  said   the 

stuarde, 

"  Tyll  my  lord  be  come  to  towne ; " 
"  I   make   myn    avowe   to  god,"   sayd  Lytell 

Johan, 
"  I  had  lever  to  cracke  thy  crowne."  «> 

The  butler  was  full  uncurteys, 

There  he  stode  on  flore  ; 
He  sterte  to  the  buttery, 

And  shet  fast  the  dore. 

Lytell  Johan  gave  the  buteler  such  a  rap,        «•' 
His  backe  yede  nygh  on  two  ; 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBTN   HODE.         73 

Tho  he  lyved  an  hundreth  wynter, 
The  wors  he  sholde  go. 

He  sporned  the  dore  with  his  fote, 

It  went  up  wel  and  fyne,  70 

And  there  he  made  a  large  lyveray 

Both  of  ale  and  wyne. 

"  Syth  ye  wyl  not  dyne,"  sayd  Lytel  Johan, 

"  I  shall  gyve  you  to  drynke, 
And  though  ye  lyve  an  hondred  wynter,          75 

On  Lytell  Johan  ye  shall  thynk." 

Lytell  Johan  ete,  and  Lytell  [Johan]  dronke, 

The  whyle  that  he  wolde  ; 
The  sheryfe  had  in  hys  kechyn  a  coke, 

A  stoute  man  and  a  bolde.  so 

"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  the  coke, 

"  Thou  arte  a  shrewde  hynde, 
In  an  householde  to  dwel, 

For  to  ask  thus  to  dyne." 

And  there  he  lent  Lytel  Johan  85 

Good  strokes  thre ; 
"  I  make  myn  avowe,"  said  Lytell  Johan, 

"  These  strokes  lyketh  well  me. 

"  Thou  arte  a  bolde  man  and  an  hardy 
And  so  thynketh  me  ; 

70,  Ch.  &  M.  open. 


74    A  LTTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

And  or  I  passe  fro  this  place,  DO 

Asayed  better  shalt  thou  be." 

Lytell  Johan  drewe  a  good  swerde, 
The  coke  toke  another  in  honde ; 

They  thought  nothynge  for  to  fle,  96 

But  styfly  for  to  stonde. 

There  they  fought  sore  togyder, 

Two  myle  way  and  more  ; 
Myght  neyther  other  harrne  done, 

The  mountenaunce  of  an  houre.     ,  r_         100 

"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  And  be  my  trewe  lewte, 
Thou  art  one  of  the  best  swerdemen, 

That  ever  yet  sawe  I  me. 

"  Coowdest  thou  shote  as  well  in  a  bowe,        105 
To  grene  wood  thou  sholdest  with  me, 

And  two  tymes  in  the  yere  thy  clothynge 
Ichaunged  sholde  be ; 

"  And  every  yere  of  Robyn  Hode 

Twenty  marke  to  thy  fee  : "  110 

"  Put  up  thy  swerde,"  sayd  the  coke, 

"  And  felowes  wyll  we  be." 

Then  he  fette  to  Lytell  Johan 
The  numbles  of  a  doo, 


A    LTTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.         75 

Good  brede  and  full  good  wyne ;  us 

They  ete  and  dranke  therto. 

And  whan  they  had  dronken  well, 
Ther  trouthes  togyder  they  plyght, 

That  they  wolde  be  with  Robyn 

That  ylke  same  day  at  nyght.  120 

They  dyde  them  to  the  tresure-hous, 

As  fast  as  they  myght  gone ; 
The  lockes,  that  were  of  good  stele, 

They  brake  them  everychone. 

They  toke  away  the  sylver  vessel!,  125 

And  all  that  they  myght  get, 
Peces,  masars,  and  spones 

Wolde  they  non  forgete. 

Also  they  toke  the  good  pence, 

Thre  hondred  pounde  and  three,  iso 

And  dyde  them  strayt  to  Robyn  Hode, 

Under  the  grene  wode  tre. 

"  God  the  save,  my  dere  mayster, 

And  Cryst  the  save  and  se ; " 
And  than  sayd  Robyn  to  Lytell  Johan,  135 

"  Welcome  myght  thou  be  ; 

"  And  also  be  that  fayre  yeman 
Thou  bryngest  there  with  the. 
121,  hyed,  C. 


76         A    LYTELL    GESTE    OP    ROBTN   HODE. 

What  tydynges  fro  Notyngham  ? 

Lytell  Johan,  tell  them  me."  no 

"  Well  the  greteth  the  proude  sheryfe, 

And  sende  the  here  by  me 
His  coke  and  his  sylver  vessell, 

And  thre  hondred  pounde  and  thre." 

"  I  make  myn  avow  to  god,"  sayd  Robyn,       i« 

"  And  to  the  trenyte, 
It  was  never  by  his  good  wyll 

This  good  is  come  to  me." 

Lytell  Johan  hym  there  bethought 

On  a  shrewed  wyle  ;  w 

Fyve  myle  in  the  forest  he  ran, 

Hym  happed  at  his  wyll. 

Than  he  met  the  proud  sheryf, 

Huntynge  with  hounde  and  home ; 

Lyteli  Johan  coud  his  curteysye,  IM 

And  kneled  hym  beforne. 

"  God  the  save,  my  dere  mayster, 

And  Cryst  the  save  and  se ; " 
"  Raynolde  Grenelefe,"  sayd  the  sheryfe, 

"  Where  hast  thou  no  we  be  ?  "  i«f> 

"  I  have  be  in  this  forest, 
A  fayre  syght  can  I  se  ; 

150,  whyle,  W. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OP   ROBYN   HODE.         77 

It  was  one  of  the  fayrest  syghtea 
That  ever  yet  sawe  I  me. 

"  Yonder  I  se  a  ryght  fayre  hart,  iu 

His  coloure  is  of  grene ; 
Seven  score  of  dere  upon  an  herde 

Be  with  hym  all  bedene. 

"  His  tynde  are  so  sharp,  mayster, 

Of  sexty  and  well  mo,  ire 

That  I  durst  not  shote  for  drede 

Lest  they  wolde  me  sloo." 

"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  the  sheryf, 

"  That  syght  wolde  I  fayn  se  ; " 
"  Buske  you  thyderwarde,  my  dere  mayster,  ire 

Anone,  and  wende  with  me." 

The  sheryfe  rode,  and  Lytell  Johan 

Of  fote  he  was  full  smarte ; 
And  when  they  came  afore  Robyn, 

"  Lo,  here  is  the  mayster  harte ! "  m 

Styll  stode  the  proud  sheryf, 

A  sory  man  was  he : 
"  Wo  worthe  the,  Raynolde  Grenelefe  ! 

Thou  hast  now  betrayed  me." 

"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 
"  Mayster,  ye  be  to  blame,  ISG 

163,  syght,  W.  sightes,  C.    183,  wo  the  worth,  W. 


78    A  LTTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

I  was  mysserved  of  my  dynere, 
When  I  was  with  you  at  hame." 

Soone  he  was  to  super  sette, 

And  served  with  sylver  whyte ;  wo 

And  whan  the  sheryf  se  his  vessell, 

For  sorowe  he  myght  not  ete. 

"  Make  good  chere,"  sayd  Robyn  Hode, 

"  Sheryfe,  for  charyte, 
And  for  the  love  of  Lytell  Johan,  iflc 

Thy  lyfe  is  graunted  to  the." 

When  they  had  supped  well, 

The  day  was  all  agone, 
Robyn  commaunded  Lytell  Johan 

To  drawe  of  his  hosen  and  his  shone,          a» 

His  kyrtell  and  his  cote-a-pye, 

That  was  furred  well  fyne, 
And  take  him  a  grene  mantell, 

To  lappe  his  body  therin. 

Robyn  commaunded  his  wyght  young  men,    aw 

Under  the  grene  wood  tre, 
They  shall  lay  in  that  same  sorte, 

That  the  sheryf  myght  them  se. 

All  nyght  laye  that  proud  sheryf 

In  his  breche  and  in  his  sherte ;  210 


A    LTTELL    GESTE    OP   ROBYN   HODE.          79 

No  wonder — it  was  in  grene  wode, — 
Tho  his  sydes  do  smerte. 

"  Make  glad  chere,"  sayd  Robyn  Hode, 

"  Sheryfe,  for  charyte, 
For  this  is  our  order  i-wys,  215 

Under  the  grene  wood  tre." 

"  This  is  harder  order,"  sayd  the  sheryfe, 

"  Than  ony  anker  or  frere ; 
For  al  the  golde  in  mery  Englonde, 

I  wolde  not  longe  dwell  here."  220 

"  All  these  twelve  monethes,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Thou  shalte  dwell  with  me ; 
I  shall  the  teche,  proud  sheryfe, 

An  outlawe  for  to  be." 

"  Or  I  here  another  nyght  lye,"  sayd  the  sheryfe, 
"  Robyn,  nowe  I  pray  the,  aae 

Smyte  of  my  hede  rather  to-morne, 
And  I  forgyve  it  the. 

"  Lete  me  go,"  then  sayd  the  sheryf, 

"  For  saynt  Charyte,  230 

And  I  wyll  be  the  best  frende 
That  ever  yet  had  ye." 

"  Thou  shalte  swere  me  an  othe,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  On  my  bryght  bronde, 

232,  ye,  Ch.  &  M.    the,  R. 


80    A  LTTELL  GESTE  OP  ROBTN  HODE. 

Thou  shalt  never  awayte  me  scathe, 
By  water  ne  by  londe  ; 

"  And  if  thou  fynde  ony  of  my  men, 

By  nyght  or  by  day, 
Upon  thyne  othe  thou  shalt  swere 

To  helpe  them  that  thou  may." 

Now  hathe  the  sheryf  iswore  his  othe, 
And  home  he  began  to  gone  ; 

He  was  as  full  of  grene  wode 
As  ever  was  hepe  of  stone. 


THE   FOURTH    FYTTE. 

The  sheryf  dwelled  in  Notynghame, 

He  was  fayne  that  he  was  gone, 
And  Robyn  and  his  mery  men 

Went  to  wode  anone. 

"  Go  we  to  dyner,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan  ; 

Robyn  Hode  sayd,  "  Nay ; 
For  I  drede  our  lady  be  wroth  with  me, 

For  she  sent  me  not  my  pay." 

"  Have  no  dout,  mayster,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 
"  Yet  is  not  the  sonne  at  rest ;  i<> 

For  I  dare  saye,  and  saufly  swere, 
The  knyght  is  trewe  and  trust." 
241,  have,  R.    hathe,  Ch.  &  M, 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBTN    HODE.          81 

"  Take  thy  bowe  in  thy  hande,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Let  Moche  wende  with  the, 
And  so  shall  Wyllyam  Scathelock,  is 

And  no  man  abyde  with  me. 

"  And  walk  up  into  the  Sayles, 

And  to  Watlynge-strete, 
And  wayte  after  some  unketh  gest ; 

Up-chaunce  ye  may  them  mete.  20 

"  Whether  he  be  messengere, 

Or  a  man  that  myrthes  can, 
Or  yf  he  be  a  pore  man, 

Of  my  good  he  shall  have  some." 

Forth  then  stert  Lytel  Johan,  as 

Half  in  tray  and  tene, 
And  gyrde  hym  with  a  full  good  swerde, 

Under  a  mantel  of  grene. 

They  went  up  to  the  Sayles, 

These  yemen  all  thre  ;  ao 

They  loked  est,  they  loked  west, 

They  myght  no  man  se. 

But  as  he  loked  in  Bernysdale, 

By  the  hye  waye, 
Than  were  they  ware  of  two  blacke  monkes,    ss 

Eche  on  a  good  palferay. 
19,  such,  W. 
VOL.   V.  6 


82         A   LTTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBTN    HODE. 

Then  bespake  Lytell  Johan, 

To  Much  he  gan  say, 
"  I  dare  lay  my  lyfe  to  wedde, 

That  these  monkes  have  brought  our  pay.    w 

"  Make  glad  chere,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  And  frese  our  bovves  of  ewe, 
And  loke  your  hertes  be  seker  and  sad, 

Your  strynges  trusty  and  trewe. 

"  The  monke  hath  fifty  two  men,  45 

And  seven  somers  full  stronge  ; 
There  rydeth  no  bysshop  in  this  londe 

So  ryally,  I  understond. 

"  Brethern,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  Here  are  no  more  but  we  thre  ;  BO 

But  we  brynge  them  to  dyner, 

Our  mayster  dare  we  not  se. 

"  Bende  your  bowes,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  Make  all  yon  prese  to  stonde  ; 
The  formost  monke,  his  lyfe  and  his  deth        M 

Is  closed  in  my  honde. 

"  Abyde,  chorle  monke,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  No  ferther  that  thou  gone  ; 
Yf  thou  doost,  by  dere  worthy  god, 

Thy  deth  is  in  my  honde.  eo 

54,  you,  W.  Make  you  yonder  preste,  C. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN  HODE.         83 

"  And  evyll  thryfte  on  thy  hede,"  sayd  Lytell 
Johan, 

"  Ryght  under  thy  hattes  bonde, 
For  thou  hast  made  our  mayster  wroth, 

He  is  fastynge  so  longe." 

"  Who  is  your  mayster  ?  "  sayd  the  monke  ;      as 
Lytell  Johan  sayd  "  Robyn  Hode  ; " 

"  He  is  a  stronge  thefe,"  sayd  the  monke, 
"  Of  hym  herd  I  never  good." 

"  Thou  lyest,"  than  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  And  that  shall  rewe  the  ;  ro 

He  is  a  yeman  of  the  forest, 
To  dyne  he  hath  bode  the." 

Much  was  redy  with  a  bolte, 

Redly  and  anone, 
He  set  the  monke  to  fore  the  brest,  ?a 

To  the  grounde  that  he  can  gone. 

Of  fyfty  two  wyght  yonge  men 

There  abode  not  one, 
Saf  a  lytell  page,  and  a  grome, 

To  lede  the  somers  with  Johan.  so 

They  brought  the  monke  to  the  lodge  dore, 

Whether  he  were  loth  or  lefe, 
For  to  speke  with  Robyn  Hode, 

Maugre  in  theyr  tethe. 

77,  yemen,  C.    80,  Lytell  Johan.  0.  CC. 


84    A  LTTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

Robyn  dyde  adowne  his  hode,  K 

The  monke  whan  that  he  se ; 
The  monke  was  not  so  curteyse, 

His  hode  then  let  he  be. 

"  He  is  a  chorle,  mayster,  by  dere  worthy  god," 
Than  said  Lytell  Johan :  w 

"  Thereof  no  force,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  For  curteysy  can  he  none. 

"  How  many  men,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Had  this  monke,  Johan  ?  " 
"  Fifty  and  two  whan  that  we  met,  95 

But  many  of  them  be  gone." 

"  Let  blowe  a  home,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  That  felaushyp  may  us  knowe  ; " 

Seven  score  of  wyght  yemen, 

Came  pryckynge  on  a  rowe.  100 

And  everych  of  them  a  good  mantell 

Of  scarlet  and  of  raye  ; 
All  they  came  to  good  Robyn, 

To  wyte  what  he  wolde  say. 

They  made  the  monke  to  washe  and  wype,     i<» 

And  syt  at  his  denere, 
Robyn  Hode  and  Lytel  Johan 

They  served  him  bothe  in  fere. 
108,  them  bothe,  0.  CO. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN   HODE.         85 

"  Do  gladly,  monke,"  sayd  Robyn. 

"  Gramercy,  syr,"  said  he.  no 

"  Where  is  your  abbay,  whan  ye  are  at  home, 

And  who  is  your  avowe  ?  " 

"  Saynt  Mary  abbay,"  sayd  the  monke, 

"  Though  I  be  symple  here." 
"  In  what  offyce  ?  "  sayd  Robyn  :  us 

"  Syr,  the  hye  selerer." 

"  Ye  be  the  more  welcome,'7  sayd  Robyn, 

"  So  ever  mote  I  the : 
Fyll  of  the  best  wyne,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  This  monke  shall  drynke  to  me.  120 

"  But  I  have  grete  mervayle,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Of  all  this  longe  day  ; 
I  drede  our  lady  be  wroth  with  me, 

She  sent  me  not  my  pay." 

"  Have  no  doute,  mayster,"  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 
"  Ye  have  no  nede  I  saye  ;  126 

This    monke   it   hath    brought,   I   dare    well 

swere, 
For  he  is  of  her  abbay." 

"  And  she  was  a  borowe,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Betwene  a  knyght  and  me,  iso 

Of  a  lytell  money  that  I  hym  lent, 
Under  the  grene  wode  tree. 


86    A  LYTELL  GESTE  OP  ROBYN  HODE. 

"  And  yf  thou  hast  that  sylver  ibroughte, 

I  pray  the  let  me  se  ; 
And  I  shall  helpe  the  eftsones,  135 

Yf  thou  have  nede  of  me." 

The  monke  swore  a  full  grete  othe, 

With  a  sory  chere, 
"  Of  the  borowehode  thou  spekest  to  me, 

Herde  I  never  ere."  i« 

"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Monke,  thou  art  to  blame ; 
For  god  is  holde  a  ryghtwys  man, 

And  so  is  his  dame. 

"  Thou  toldest  with  thyn  owne  tonge,  i« 

Thou  may  not  say  nay, 
How  thou  arte  her  servaunt, 

And  servest  her  every  day. 

"  And  thou  art  made  her  messengere, 

My  money  for  to  pay  ;  iw 

Therefore  I  can  the  more  thanke, 
Thou  arte  come  at  thy  day. 

"  What  is  in  your  cofers  ?  "  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Trewe  than  tell  thou  me : " 
"  Syr,"  he  sayd,  "  twenty  marke,  i« 

Al  so  mote  I  the." 

136,  to,  W.    149,  nade,  W.  not  in  C. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.         87 

"  Yf  there  be  no  more,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  I  wyll  not  one  peny ; 
Yf  thou  hast  rayster  of  ony  more, 

Syr,  more  I  shall  lende  to  the ;  ieo 

"  And  yf  I  fynde  more,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  I-wys  thou  shalte  it  forgone  ; 
For  of  thy  spendynge  sylver,  monk, 

Thereof  wyll  I  ryght  none. 

"  Go  nowe  forthe,  Lytell  Johan,  iss 

And  the  trouth  tell  thou  me ; 
If  there  be  no  more  but  twenty  marke, 

No  peny  that  I  se." 

Lytell  Johan  spred  his  man  tell  downe, 

As  he  had  done  before,  iro 

And  he  tolde  out  of  the  monkes  male 
Eyght  hundreth  pounde  and  more. 

Lytell  Johan  let  it  lye  full  styll, 
And  went  to  his  mayster  in  hast ; 

"  Syr,"  he  sayd,  "  the  monke  is  trewe  ynowe,  us 
Our  lady  hath  doubled  your  cost." 

"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Monke,  what  tolde  I  the  ? 
Our  lady  is  the  trewest  woman 

That  ever  yet  founde  I  me.  i**> 

172.  Eyght  pounde,  W. 


88         A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE. 

"  By  dere  worthy  god,"  said  Robyn, 
"  To  seche  all  England  thorowe, 

Yet  founde  I  never  to  my  pay 
A  moche  better  borowe. 

"  Fyll  of  the  best  wyne,  do  hym  drynke,"  said 
Robyn,  iss 

"  And  grete  well  thy  lady  hende, 
And  yf  she  have  nede  of  Robyn  Hode, 

A  frende  she  shall  hym  fynde. 

"  And  yf  she  nedeth  ony  more  sylver, 

Come  thou  agayne  to  me,  190 

And,  by  this  token  she  hath  me  sent, 
She  shall  have  such  thre." 

The  monke  was  going  to  London  ward, 

There  to  holde  grete  mote, 
The  knyght  that  rode  so  hye  on  hors,  1*5 

To  brynge  hym  under  fote. 

"  Whether  be  ye  away  ?  "  sayd  Robyn. 

"  Syr,  to  maners  in  this  londe, 
Too  re  ken  with  our  reves, 

That  have  done  moch  wronge."  200 

"  Come  now  forth,  Lytell  Johan, 

And  harken  to  my  tale  ; 
A  better  yemen  I  knowe  none, 

To  seke  a  monkes  male." 
187,  to,  W. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.         89 

"How  much  is  in  yonder  other  cofer?"  said 
Robyn,  205 

"  The  soth  must  we  see  : " 
"  By  our  lady,"  than  sayd  the  monke, 

"  That  were  no  curteysye, 

"  To  bydde  a  man  to  dyner, 

And  syth  hym  bete  and  bynde."  210 

"  It  is  our  olde  maner,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  To  leve  but  lytell  behynde." 

The  monke  toke  the  hors  with  spore, 

No  lenger  wolde  he  abyde : 
"  Aske  to  drynke,"  than  sayd  Robyn,  215 

"  Or  that  ye  forther  ryde." 

"  Nay,  for  god,"  than  sayd  the  monke, 

"  Me  reweth  I  cam  so  nere ; 
For  better  chepe  I  myght  have  dyned 

In  Ely  the  or  in  Dankestere."  220 

"  Grete  well  your  abbot,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  And  your  pryour,  I  you  pray, 
And  byd  hym  send  me  such  a  monke 

To  dyner  every  day." 

Now  lete  we  that  monke  be  styll,  225 

And  speke  we  of  that  knyght : 
Yet  he  came  to  holde  his  day, 

Whyle  that  it  was  lyght. 

205,  corser,  W.  courser,  C. 


90         A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE. 

He  dyde  him  streyt  to  Bernysdale, 

Under  the  grene  wode  tre,  230 

And  he  founde  there  Robyn  Hode, 

And  all  his  mery  meyne. 

The  knyght  lyght  downe  of  his  good  palfray ; 

Robyn  whan  he  gan  see, 
So  curteysly  he  dyde  adoune  his  hode,  235 

And  set  hym  on  his  knee. 

"  God  the  save,  good  Robyn  Hode, 

And  al  this  company  :  " 
"  Welcome  be  thou,  gentyll  knyght, 

And  ryght  welcome  to  me."  a« 

Than  bespake  hym  Robyn  Hode, 

To  that  knyght  so  fre, 
"  What  nede  dry  veth  the  to  grene  wode  ? 

I  pray  the,  syr  knyght,  tell  me. 

"  And  welcome  be  thou,  gentyl  knyght,  215 

Why  hast  thou  be  so  longe  ?  " 
"  For  the  abbot  and  the  hye  justyce 

Wolde  have  had  my  londe." 

"  Hast  thou  thy  londe  agayne  ?  "  sayd  Robyn  ; 

"  Treuth  than  tell  thou  me."  250 

«  Ye,  for  god,"  sayd  the  knyght, 

"  And  that  thanke  I  god  and  the. 
249,  gayne,  W. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.          91 

"  But  take  not  a  grefe,  I  have  be  so  longe ; 

I  came  by  a  wrastelynge, 
And  there  I  dyd  holpe  a  pore  yeman,  255 

With  wronge  was  put  behynde." 

"  Nay,  for  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  Syr  knyght,  that  thanke  I  the ; 

What  man  that  helpeth  a  good  yeman, 

His  frende  than  wyll  I  be."  sso 

"  Have  here  foure  hondred  pounde,"  than  sayd 
the  knyght, 

"  The  which e  ye  lent  to  me  ; 
And  here  is  also  twenty  marke 

For  your  curteysy." 

"  Nay,  for  god,"  than  sayd  Robyn,  MS 

"  Thou  broke  it  well  for  ay ; 
For  our  lady,  by  her  selerer, 

Hath  sent  to  me  my  pay. 

"  And  yf  I  toke  it  twyse, 

A  shame  it  were  to  me  :  aro 

But  trewely,  gentyll  knyght, 

Welcom  arte  thou  to  me." 

Whan  Robyn  had  tolde  his  tale, 
He  leugh  and  had  good  chere  : 

253.  But  take  not  a  grefe,  sayd  the  knyght, 

That  I  have  be  so  longe.     0.  CO. 
269.  I  twyse,  W. 


92         A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE. 

"  By  my  trouthe,"  then  sayd  the  knyght.        275 
"  Your  money  is  redy  here." 

"  Broke  it  well,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Thou  gentyll  knyght  so  fre ; 
And  welcome  be  thou,  gentill  knyght, 

Under  my  trystell  tree.  aw 

u  But  what  shall  these  bowes  do  ?  "  sayd  Robyn, 
"  And  these  arowes  ifedered  fre  ?  " 

«  By  god,"  than  sayd  the  knyght, 
"  A  pore  present  to  the." 

"  Come  now  forth,  Lytell  Johan,  ass 

And  go  to  my  treasure, 
And  brynge  me  there  foure  hondred  pounde, 

The  monke  over-tolde  it  me. 

"  Have  here  foure  hondred  pounde, 

Thou  gentyll  knyght  and  trewe,  290 

And  bye  hors  and  harnes  good, 
And  gylte  thy  spores  all  newe. 

"  And  yf  thou  fayle  ony  spendynge, 

Com  to  Robyn  Hode, 
And  by  my  trouth  thou  shalt  none  fayle,         296 

The  whyles  I  have  any  good. 

u  And  broke  well  thy  four  hundred  pound, 
Whiche  I  lent  to  the, 

280,  thi  trusty,  C. 


A    LTTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN   HODE.         93 

And  make  thy  selfe  no  more  so  bare, 

By  the  counsell  of  me."  sou 

Thus  than  holpe  hym  good  Robyn, 

The  knyght  all  of  his  care  : 
God,  that  sytteth  in  heven  hye, 

Graunte  us  well  to  fare. 


THE    FYFTH    FTTTE. 

Now  hath  the  knyght  his  leve  itake, 

And  wente  hym  on  his  way  ; 
Robyn  Hode  and  his  mery  men 

Dwelled  styll  full  many  a  day. 

Lyth  and  lysten,  gentilmen,  a 

And  herken  what  I  shall  say, 
How  the  proud  sheryfe  of  Notyngham 

Dyde  crye  a  full  fayre  play ; 

That  all  the  best  archers  of  the  north 

Sholde  come  upon  a  daye,  -10 

And  he  that  shoteth  altherbest 
The  game  shall  bere  away. 

He  that  shoteth  altherbest 
Furthest  fayre  and  lowe, 

302,  this  care,  W. 

303,  syt,  W. 

11.  And  that  shoteth  al  ther  best,  W.    And  they  that  shote 
al  of  the  best,  C. 
13,  al  theyre,  W.  al  of  the,  C. 


94         A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE. 

At  a  payre  of  fynly  buttes,  u 

Under  the  grene  wode  shawe, 

A  ryght  good  arowe  he  shall  have, 

The  shaft  of  sylver  whyte, 
The  heade  and  the  feders  of  ryche  rede  golde, 

In  Englond  is  none  lyke.  20 

This  then  herde  good  Robyn, 

Under  his  trystell  tre  : 
"  Make  you  redy,  ye  wyght  yonge  men ; 

That  shotynge  wyll  I  se. 

"  Buske  you,  my  mery  yonge  men,  as 

Ye  shall  go  with  me  ; 
And  I  wyll  wete  the  shryves  fayth, 

Trewe  and  yf  he  be." 

Whan  they  had  theyr  bowes  ibent, 

Theyr  takles  fedred  fre,  so 

Seven  score  of  wyght  yonge  men 

Stode  by  Kobyns  kne. 

Whan  they  cam  to  Notyngham, 
The  buttes  were  fayre  and  longe ; 

Many  was  the  bolde  archere  35 

That  shoted  with  bowes  stronge. 

"  There  shall  but  syx  shote  with  me  ; 
The  other  shal  kepe  my  hede. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.         95 

And  stande  with  good  bowes  bent, 

That  I  be  not  desceyved."  40 

The  fourth  outlawe  his  bowe  gan  bende, 

And  that  was  Robyn  Hode, 
And  that  behelde  the  proude  sheryfe, 

All  by  the  but  he  stode. 

Thryes  Robyn  shot  about,  « 

And  alway  he  slist  the  wand, 
And  so  dyde  good  Gylberte 

With  the  whyte  hande. 

Lytell  Johan  and  good  Scatheloke 

Were  archers  good  and  fre  ;  BO 

Lytell  Much  and  good  Reynolde, 

The  worste  wolde  they  not  be. 

Whan  they  had  shot  aboute, 

These  archours  fayre  and  good, 
Evermore  was  the  best,  M 

Forsoth,  Robyn  Hode. 

Hym  was  delyvered  the  goode  arow, 

For  best  worthy  was  he  ; 
He  toke  the  yeft  so  curteysly, 

To  grene  wode  wolde  he.  eo 

They  cryed  out  on  Robyn  Hode, 
And  great  homes  gan  they  blowe : 
46,  they  slist,  W.  he  clefte,  C. 


96    A  LYTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

"  Wo  worth  the,  treason  ! "  sayd  Robyn, 
"Full  evyl  thou  art  to  knowe. 

"  And  wo  be  thou,  thou  proud  sheryf,  65 

Thus  gladdynge  thy  gest ; 
Other  wyse  thou  behote  me 
In  yonder  wylde  forest. 

"  But  had  I  the  in  grene  wode, 

Under  my  trystell  tre,  70 

Thou  sholdest  leve  me  a  better  wedde 

Than  thy  trewe  lewte." 

Full  many  a  bowe  there  was  bent. 

And  arowes  let  they  glyde, 
Many  a  kyrtell  there  was  rent,  75 

And  hurt  many  a  syde. 

The  outlaws  shot  was  so  stronge, 
That  no  man  myght  them  dryve, 

And  the  proud  sheryfes  men 

They  fled  away  full  blyve.  so 

Robyn  sawe  the  busshement  to-broke, 
In  grene  wode  he  wolde  have  be  ; 

Many  an  arowe  there  was  shot 
Amonge  that  company. 

Lytell  Johan  was  hurte  full  sore,  K 

With  an  arowe  in  his  kne, 
80,  belyve,  C. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.          97 

That  he  myght  neyther  go  nor  ryde ; 
It  was  full  grete  pyte. 

"  Mayster,"  then  sayd  Lytell  Johan, 

"  If  ever  thou  lovest  me,  w 

And  for  that  ylke  lordes  love, 
That  dyed  upon  a  tre, 

"  And  for  the  medes  of  my  servyce, 

That  I  have  served  the, 
Lete  never  the  proude  sheryf  9* 

Alyve  now  fynde  me. 

"  But  take  out  thy  browne  swerde, 

And  smyte  all  of  my  hede, 
And  gyve  me  woundes  dede  and  wyde, 

No  lyfe  on  me  be  lefte."  100 

"  I  wolde  not  that,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Johan,  that  thou  were  slawe, 
For  all  the  golde  in  mery  Englond, 

Though  it  lay  now  on  a  rawe." 

"  God  forbede,"  sayd  lytell  Much,  m 

"  That  dyed  on  a  tre, 
That  thou  sholdest,  Lytell  Johan, 

Parte  our  company." 

100.  That  I  after  eate  no  bread,  C. 
VOL.    V.  7 


98          A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HOPE. 

Up  he  toke  him  on  his  backe, 

And  bare  hym  well  a  myle  ;  110 

Many  a  tyme  he  layd  hym  downe, 

And  shot  another  whyle. 

Then  was  there  a  fayre  castell, 

A  lytell  within  the  wode, 
Double-dyched  it  was  about,  115 

And  walled,  by  the  rode. 

And  there  dwelled  that  gentyll  knyght, 

Syr  Richard  at  the  Lee, 
That  Robyn  had  lent  his  good, 

Under  the  grene  wode  tree.  120 

In  he  toke  good  Robyn, 

And  all  his  company  ; 
"  Welcome  be  thou,  Robyn  Hode, 

Welcome  arte  thou  me  ; 

"And  moche  [I]  thanke  the  of  thy  comfort,    125 

And  of  thy  curteysye, 
And  of  thy  grete  kyndenesse, 

Under  the  grene  wode  tre. 

"  I  love  no  man  in  all  this  worlde 

So  much  as  I  do  the  ;  130 

For  all  the  proud  sheryf  of  Notyngham, 

Ryght  here  shalt  thou  be. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.         99 

"  Shyt  the  gates,  and  drawe  the  bridge, 

And  let  no  man  com  in ; 
And  arme  you  well,  and  make  you  redy,         m 

And  to  the  walle  ye  wynne. 

"  For  one  thyng,  Robyn,  I  the  behote, 

I  swere  by  saynt  Quyntyn, 
These  twelve  dayes  thou  wonest  with  me, 

To  suppe,  ete,  and  dyne."  no 

Bordes  were  layed,  and  clothes  spred,       :  • 

Reddely  and  anone ; 
Robyn  Hode  and  his  mery  men 

To  mete  gan  they  gone. 

THE    SYXTE    FTTTE. 

Lythe  and  lysten,  gentylmen, 

And  herken  unto  your  songe, 
How  the  proude  sheryfe  of  Notyngham, 

And  men  of  armes  stronge, 

Full  faste  came  to  the  hye  sheryfe,  « 

The  countre  up  to  rout, 
And  they  beset  the  knyghts  castell, 

The  walles  all  about. 

The  proude  sheryfe  loude  gan  crye, 

And  sayd,  "  Thou  traytour  knyght,  10 

Thou  kepeste  here  the  kynges  enemye, 
Agayne  the  lawes  and  ryght." 


100      A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN   HODE. 

'*  Syr,  I  wjll  avowe  that  I  have  done, 

The  dedes  that  here  be  dyght, 
Upon  all  the  londes  that  I  have, 

As  I  am  a  trewe  knyght. 

"  Wende  forthe,  syrs,  on  your  waye, 

And  doth  do  more  to  me, 
Tyll  ye  wytte  our  kynges  wyll, 

What  he  woll  say  to  the." 

The  sheref  thus  had  his  answere, 

With  out  ony  leasynge  ; 
Forthe  he  yode  to  London  toune, 

All  for  to  tel  our  kynge. 

There  he  tolde  hym  of  that  knyght, 

And  eke  of  Robyn  Hode, 
And  also  of  the  bolde  archeres, 

That  noble  were  and  good. 

"  He  wolde  avowe  that  he  had  done, 
To  mayntayne  the  outlawes  stronge, 

He  wolde  be  lorde,  and  set  you  at  nought, 
In  all  the  north  londe." 

"  I  woll  be  at  Notyngham,"  sayd  the  kynge, 

"  Within  this  fourtynyght, 
And  take  I  wyll  Robyn  Hode, 

And  so  I  wyll  that  knyght. 

14,  thou,  W. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.       101 

"  Go  home,  thou  proud  sheryf, 

And  do  as  I  bydde  the, 
And  ordayne  good  archeres  inowe 

Of  all  the  wyde  countree."  40 

The  sheryf  had  his  leve  itake, 

And  went  hym  on  his  way ; 
And  Robyn  Hode  to  grene  wode  [went] 

Upon  a  certayn  day. 

And  Lytell  Johan  was  hole  of  the  arowe,         « 

That  shote  was  in  his  kne, 
And  dyde  hym  strayte  to  Robyn  Hode, 

Under  the  grene  wode  tre. 

Robyn  Hode  walked  in  the  fbreste, 

Under  the  leves  grene  ;  w 

The  proud  sheryfe  of  Notyngham, 

Therfore  he  had  grete  tene. 

The  sheryf  there  fayled  of  Robyn  Hode, 

He  myght  not  have  his  pray ; 
Then  he  awayted  that  gentyll  knyght,  55 

Bothe  by  nyght  and  by  daye. 

Ever  he  awayted  that  gentyll  knyght, 

Syr  Ry chard  at  the  Lee  ; 
As  he  went  on  haukynge  by  the  ryver  syde 

And  let  his  haukes  flee,  eo 

38,  the  bydde,  OCC. 


102       A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE. 

Toke  he  there  this  gentyll  knyght, 

With  men  of  armes  stronge, 
And  lad  hym  home  to  Notyngham  warde, 

Ibonde  both  fote  and  honde. 

The  sheryf  swore  a  full  grete  othe,  &"> 

By  hym  that  dyed  on  rode, 
He  had  lever  than  an  hondrede  pounde, 

That  he  had  Robyn  Hode. 

Then  the  lady,  the  knyghtes  wyfe, 

A  fayre  lady  and  fre,  70 

She  set  her  on  a  gode  palfray, 

To  grene  wode  anon  rode  she. 

When  she  came  to  the  forest, 

Under  the  grene  wode  tre, 
Founde  she  there  Robyn  Hode,  75 

And  all  his  fayre  meyne. 

"  God  the  save,  good  Robyn  Hode, 

And  all  thy  company ; 
For  our  dere  ladyes  love, 

A  bone  graunte  thou  me.  so 

"  Let  thou  never  my  wedded  lorde 
Shamfully  slayne  to  be  ; 

64,  honde  and  fote,  W.  foote  and  hande,  C.    66,  on  a  tre, 
R.    rode,  Ch.  &  M.    77.  God  the  good  Robyn,  W. 
79,  lady,  W.     81.  Late.     82.  Shamly  I  slayne  be,  W. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.       103 

He  is  fast  ibounde  to  Notyngham  warde, 
For  the  love  of  the." 

Anone  then  sayd  good  Robyn,  & 

To  that  lady  fre, 
"  What  man  hath  your  lorde  itake  ?  " 

"  The  proude  shirife,"  than  sayd  she. 

["  The  proude  sheryfe  hath  hym  itake] 

Forsoth  as  I  the  say ;  *> 

He  is  not  yet  thre  myles 
Passed  on  his  waye." 

Up  then  sterte  good  Robyn, 

As  a  man  that  had  be  wode  ; 
"  Buske  you,  my  mery  young  men,  95 

For  hym  that  dyed  on  a  rode. 

"And  he  that  this  sorowe  forsaketh, 

By  hym  that  dyed  on  a  tre, 
And  by  him  that  al  thinges  maketh, 

No  lenger  shall  dwell  with  me."  100 

Sone  there  were  good  bowes  ibent, 
Mo  than  seven  score, 

88.  Forsoth  as  I  the  say,  W.   92,  your  wave,  W.     You  may 
them  over  take,  C. 

99, 100.     Shall  he  never  in  grene  wode  be, 
Nor  longer  dwell  with  me.     W. 


104   A  LTTELL  GESTE  OP  ROBYN  HODE. 

Hedge  ne  dyche  spared  they  none, 
That  was  them  before. 

"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  Robyn,    i<w 

"  The  sheryf  wolde  I  fayn  se, 
And  yf  I  may  hym  take, 

Iquyt  than  shall  he  bee." 

And  whan  they  came  to  Notyngham, 

They  walked  in  the  strete,  110 

And  with  the  proud  sheryf,  i-wys, 
Sone  gan  they  mete. 

"  Abyde,  thou  proud  sheryf,"  he  sayd, 

"Abyde  and  speake  with  me, 
Of  some  tydynges  of  our  kynge,  us 

I  wolde  fayne  here  of  the. 

"  This  seven  yere,  by  dere  worthy  god, 

Ne  yede  I  so  fast  on  fote ; 
I    make   myn    avowe    to    god,    thou    proude 
sheryfe, 

That  is  not  for  thy  good."  iao 

Robyn  bent  a  good  bo  we, 

An  arrowe  he  drewe  at  his  wyll, 
He  hyt  so  the  proud  sheryf, 

Upon  the  ground  he  lay  full  styll. 

106,  sherif,  Ch.  &  M.  knyght,  R.    108,  it,  W.    120.  At,  W. 
That,  C.    boote  for  good,  Wh. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.       105 

And  or  he  myght  up  aryse,  125 

On  his  fete  to  stonde, 
He  smote  of  the  sheryves  hede, 

With  his  bryght  bronde. 

"  Lye  thou  there,  thou  proude  sheryf, 

Evyll  mote  thou  thryve  ;  13° 

There  myght  no  man  to  the  trust, 
The  whyles  thou  were  alyve." 

His  men  drewe  out  theyr  bryght  swerdes, 

That  were  so  sharpe  and  kene, 
And  layde  on  the  sheryves  men,  135 

And  dryved  them  downe  bydene. 

Robyn  stert  to  that  knyght, 

And  cut  a  two  his  bonde, 
And  toke  hym  in  his  hand  a  bowe, 

And  bade  hym  by  hym  stonde.  140 

"  Leve  thy  hors  the  behynde, 

And  lerne  for  to  renne  ; 
Thou  shalt  with  me  to  grene  wode, 

Through  myre,  mosse,  and  fenne. 

"  Thou  shalt  with  me  to  grene  wode,  i« 

Without  ony  leasynge, 
Tyll  that  I  have  gete  us  grace 

Of  Edwarde,  our  comly  kynge." 

138,  hoode,  W.    bande,  C. 


106   A  LYTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 


THE  SEVENTH  FYTTE. 

The  kynge  came  to  Notynghame, 

With  knyghtes  in  grete  araye. 
For  to  take  that  gentyll  knyght 

And  Robyn  Hode,  yf  he  may. 

He  asked  men  of  that  countre,  B 

After  Robyn  Hode, 
And  after  that  gentyll  knyght, 

That  was  so  bolde  and  stout. 

Whan  they  had  tolde  hym  the  case 

Our  kynge  understonde  ther  tale,  10 

And  seased  in  his  honde 

The  knyghtes  londes  all. 

All  the  passe  of  Lancasshyre 

He  went  both  ferre  and  nere  : 
Tyll  he  came  to  Plomton  parke,  i* 

He  faylyd  many  of  his  dere. 

There  our  kynge  was  wont  to  se 

Herdes  many  one, 
He  coud  unneth  fynde  one  dere, 

That  bare  ony  good  home.  20 

4,  and  yf,  W. 

15.  Not  in  Cumberland,  as  Kitson  states,  but,  says  Hunter, 
a  part  of  the  forest  of  Knaresborough,  in  Yorkshire. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE.       107 

The  kynge  was  wonder  wroth  wit-hall, 

And  swore  by  the  trynyte, 
"  I  wolde  I  had  Robyn  Hode, 

With  eyen  I  myght  hym  se. 

"And  he  that  wolde  smyte  of  the  knyghtes  hede, 
And  brynge  it  to  me,  a? 

He  shall  have  the  knyghtes  londes, 
Syr  Rycharde  at  the  Le. 

"  I  gyve  it  hym  with  my  charter, 

And  sele  it  with  my  honde,  30 

To  have  and  holde  for  ever-more, 

In  all  mery  Englonde." 

Than  bespake  a  fayre  olde  knyght, 

That  was  treue  in  his  fay, 
"  A,  my  lege  lorde  the  kynge,  M 

One  worde  I  shall  you  say  ; 

"  There  is  no  man  in  this  countre 

May  have  the  knyghtes  londes, 
Whyle  Robyn  Hode  may  ryde  or  gone, 

And  bere  a  bowe  in  his  hondes,  40 

"  That  he  ne  shall  lese  his  hede, 
That  is  the  best  ball  in  his  hode  : 

Give  it  no  man,  my  lorde  the  kynge, 
That  ye  wyll  any  good." 


108      A   LYTELL    GESTE    OP   ROBYN   HODE. 

Half  a  yere  dwelled  our  comly  kynge 
In  Notyngham,  and  well  more  ; 

Coude  he  not  here  of  Robyn  Hode, 
In  what  countre  that  he  were. 

But  alway  went  good  Robyn 

By  halke  and  eke  by  hyll, 
And  alway  slewe  the  kynges  dere, 

And  welt  them  at  his  wyll. 

Than  bespake  a  proude  fostere, 
That  stode  by  our  kynges  kne, 

"  If  ye  wyll  se  good  Robyn, 
Ye  must  do  after  me. 

"  Take  fyve  of  the  best  knyghtes 

That  be  in  your  lede, 
And  walk  downe  by  yon  abbay, 

And  gete  you  monkes  wede. 

"  And  I  wyll  be  your  ledes  man, 

And  lede  you  the  way, 
And  or  ye  come  to  Notyngham, 

Myn  hede  then  dare  I  lay, 

"  That  ye  shall  mete  with  good  Robyn, 

On  lyve  yf  that  he  be  ; 
Or  ye  come  to  Notyngham, 

With  eyen  ye  shall  hym  se." 

59,  your,  OCC. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.       109 

Full  Lastly  our  kynge  was  dyght, 

So  were  his  knyghtes  fyve,  TO 

Everych  of  them  in  monkes  wede, 

And  hasted  them  thyder  blyve. 

Qur  kynge  was  grete  above  his  cole, 

A  brode  hat  on  his  crowne, 
Ryght  as  he  were  abbot-lyke,  75 

They  rode  up  in-to  the  towne. 

Styf  botes  our  kynge  had  on, 

Forsoth  as  I  you  say ; 
He  rode  syngynge  to  grene  wode, 

The  covent  was  clothed  in  graye.  so 

His  male  hors  and  his  grete  somers 

Folowed  our  kynge  behynde, 
Tyll  they  came  to  grene  wode, 

A  myle  under  the  lynde. 

There  they  met  with  good  Robyn,  s& 

Stondynge  on  the  waye, 
And  so  dyde  many  a  bolde  archere, 

For  soth  as  I  you  say. 

Robyn  toke  the  kynges  hors, 

Hastely  in  that  stede,  »' 

And  sayd,  "  Syr  abbot,  by  your  leve, 

A  whyle  ye  must  abyde. 

72,  blyth,  Kitson. 


110      A   LYTELL    GESTE    OP   ROBYN   HODE. 

"  We  be  yemen  of  this  foreste, 

Under  the  grene  wode  tre  ; 
We  lyve  by  our  kynges  dere,  95 

Other  shyft  have  not  we. 

"  And  ye  have  chyrches  and  rentes  both, 

And  gold  full  grete  plente  ; 
Gyve  us  some  of  your  spendynge, 

For  saynt  Charyte."  100 

Than  bespake  our  cumly  kynge, 

Anone  than  sayd  he, 
"  I  brought  no  more  to  grene  wode, 

But  forty  pounde  with  me. 

"  I  have  layne  at  Notyngham,  105 

This  fourtynyght  with  our  kynge, 

And  spent  I  have  full  moche  good, 
On  many  a  grete  lordynge. 

"  And  I  have  but  forty  pounde, 

No  more  than  have  I  me ;  no 

But  yf  I  had  an  hondred  pounde, 

I  would  geve  if  to  the." 

Robyn  toke  the  forty  pounde, 

And  departed  it  in  two  partye, 
Halfendell  he  gave  his  mery  men,  iw 

And  bad  them  mery  to  be. 

96.  Under  the  grene  wode  tre,  W. 
112.  I  vouche  it  halfe  on  the,  W. 


A   LTTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYJST    HODE.       Ill 

Full  curteysly  Robyn  gan  say, 

"  Syr,  have  this  for  your  spendyng ; 

We  shall  mete  another  day." 

"  Gramercy,"  than  sayd  our  kynge;  120 

"  But  well  the  greteth  Edwarde  our  kynge, 

And  sent  to  the  his  seale, 
And  byddeth  the  com  to  Notyngham, 

Both  to  mete  and  mele." 

He  toke  out  the  brode  tarpe,  125 

And  sone  he  lete  hym  se  ; 
Robyn  coud  his  courteysy, 

And  set  hym  on  his  kne. 

"  I  love  no  man  in  all  the  worlde 

So  well  as  I  do  my  kynge.  iao 

Welcome  is  my  lordes  seale  ; 

And,  monke,  for  thy  tydynge, 

"  Syr  abbot,  for  thy  tydynges, 

To  day  thou  shalt  dyne  with  me, 
For  the  love  of  rny  kynge,  135 

Under  my  trystell  tre." 

Forth  he  lad  our  comly  kynge, 

Full  fayre  by  the  honde  ; 
Many  a  dere  there  was  slayne, 

And  full  fast  dyghtande.  140 

125,  seale,  C. 


112       A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN   HODE. 

Robyn  toke  a  full  grete  home, 

And  loude  he  gan  blowe  ; 
Seven  score  of  wyght  yonge  men 

Came  redy  on  a  rowe. 

All  they  kneeled  on  theyr  kne,  iv> 

Full  fayre  before  Robyn  : 
The  kynge  sayd  hymselfe  untyll, 

And  swore  by  saynt  Austyn, 

"  Here  is  a  wonder  semely  syght ; 

Me  thynketh,  by  goddes  pyne,  iw 

His  men  are  more  at  his  byddynge. 

Then  my  men  be  at  myn." 

Full  hastly  was  theyr  dyner  idyght, 

And  therto  gan  they  gone  ; 
They  served  our  kynge  with  al  theyr  myght,  155 

Both  Robyn  and  Lytell  Johan. 

Anone  before  our  kynge  was  set 

The  fatte  venyson, 
The  good  whyte  brede,  the  good  red  wyne, 

And  therto  the  fyne  ale  browne.  IGO 

"  Make  good  chere,"  said  Robyn, 

"  Abbot,  for  charyte  ; 
And  for  this  ylke  tydynge, 

Blyssed  mote  thou  be. 

160,  and  browne,  W. 


A   LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.       113 

"  Now  shalte  them  se  what  life  we  lede,  IBS 

Or  thou  hens  wende  ; 
Than  thou  may  enfourme  our  kynge, 

Whan  ye  togyder  lende." 

Up  they  sterte  all  in  hast, 

Theyr  bowes  were  smartly  bent ;  170 

Our  kynge  was  never  so  sore  agast, 

He  wende  to  have  be  shente. 

Two  yerdes  there  were  up  set, 

There  to  gan  they  gange  ; 
By  fifty  pase,  our  kynge  sayd,  iro 

The  merkes  were  to  longe. 

On  every  syde  a  rose  garlonde, 

They  shot  under  the  lyne  : 
"Who  so  fayleth  of  the  rose  garlonde,"  sayd 
Robyn, 

"  His  takyll  he  shall  tyne,  iso 

"  And  yelde  it  to  his  mayster, 

Be  it  never  so  fyne  ; 
For  no  man  wyll  I  spare, 

So  drynke  I  ale  or  wyne ; — 

"  And  bere  a  buffet  on  his  hede,  iss 

I-wys  right  all  bare : " 

186.  A  wys,  W.    For  that  shall  be  his  fyne,  C. 
VOL.  V.  8 


114   A  LYTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

And  all  that  fell  in  Robyns  lote, 
He  smote  them  wonder  sare. 

Twyse  Robyn  shot  aboute, 

And  ever  he  cleved  the  wande,  i» 

And  so  dyde  good  Gylberte 

With  the  Whyte  Hand. 

Lytell  Johan  and  good  Scathelocke, 

For  nothynge  wolde  they  spare, 
When  they  fayled  of  the  garlonde,  iw 

Robyn  smote  them  full  sare. 

At  the  last  shot  that  Robyn  shot, 

For  all  his  frendes  fare, 
Yet  he  fayled  of  the  garlonde, 

Thre  fyngers  and  mare.  200 

Than  bespake  good  Gylberte, 

And  thus  he  gan  say ; 
"  Mayster,"  he  sayd,  "  your  takyll  is  lost, 

Stand  forth  and  take  your  pay." 

"  If  it  be  so,"  sayd  Robyn,  205 

"  That  may  no  better  be  ; 
Syr  abbot,  I  delyver  the  myn  arowe, 

I  pray  the,  syr,  serve  thou  me." 

"  It  falleth  not  for  myn  order,"  sayd  our  kynge, 
"  Robyn,  by  thy  leve,  210 

192,  good  whyte,  W.  lilly  white,  C. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF   ROBYN    HODE.       llo 

For  to  smyte  no  good  yeman, 
For  doute  I  sholde  hym  greve." 

"  Smyte  on  boldely,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  I  give  the  large  leve  : " 
Anone  our  kynge,  with  that  worde,  SIR 

He  folde  up  his  sieve, 

And  sych  a  buffet  he  gave  Robyn, 

To  grounde  he  yede  full  nere. 
"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Thou  arte  a  stalworthe  frere.  220 

"  There  is  pith  in  thyn  arme,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  I  trowe  thou  canst  well  shote  ; " 

Thus  our  kynge  and  Robyn  Hode 
Togeder  than  they  met. 

Robyn  behelde  our  comly  kynge  225 

Wystly  in  the  face, 
So  dyde  syr  Richarde  at  the  Le, 

And  kneled  downe  in  that  place  ; 

And  so  dyde  all  the  wylde  outlawes, 

Whan  they  se  them  knele :  2,% 

"  My  lorde  the  kynge  of  Englonde, 
Now  I  knowe  you  well. 

"  Mercy,"  then  Robyn  sayd  to  our  kynge, 
Under  his  trystyll  tre, 

234.  Your,  Eitson. 


116   A  LYTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

"  Of  thy  goodnesse  and  thy  grace, 
For  my  men  and  me  ! 

"  Yes,  for  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  And  also  god  me  save  ; 
I  aske  mercy,  my  lorde  the  kynge, 

And  for  my  men  I  crave." 

"  Yes,  for  god,"  than  sayd  our  kynge, 

"  Thy  peticion  I  graunt  the, 
With  that  thou  leve  the  grene  wode, 

And  all  thy  company  ; 

"  And  come  home,  syr,  to  my  courte, 

And  there  dwell  with  me." 
"  I  make  myn  avowe  to  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 

"  And  ryght  so  shall  it  be. 

"  I  wyll  come  to  your  courte, 

Your  servyse  for  to  se, 
And  brynge  with  me  of  my  men 

Seven  score  and  thre. 

"  But  me  lyke  well  your  servyse, 

I  come  agayne  full  soone, 
And  shote  at  the  donne  dere, 

As  I  am  wonte  to  done." 

246.  And  therto  sent  I  me,  W. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.       117 


THE    EIGHTH    FYTTE. 

"  Haste  thou  ony  grene  cloth,"  sayd  our  kynge, 
"  That  thou  wylte  sell  now  to  me  ?  " 

"  Ye,  for  god,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  Thyrty  yerdes  and  thre." 

"  Robyn,"  sayd  our  kynge,  « 

"  Now  pray  I  the, 
To  sell  me  some  of  that  cloth, 

To  me  and  my  meyne." 

"  Yes,  for  god,"  then  sayd  Robyn, 

"  Or  elles  I  were  a  fole  ;  w 

Another  day  ye  wyll  me  clothe, 

I  trowe,  ayenst  the  Yole." 

The  kynge  kest  of  his  cote  then, 

A  grene  garment  he  dyde  on, 
And  every  knyght  did  so,  i-wys,  is 

They  clothed  them  full  soone. 

Whan  they  were  clothed  in  Lyncolne  grene, 
They  kest  away  theyr  graye  ; 

9,  good,  OCC, 

11,  12.    "  This  alludes  to  the  usual  issue  of  winter  robes 
from  the  king's  wardrobe  to  the  officers  of  his  household." 

HUNTER. 

15,  had,  Kitson. 

16.  Another  had  full  sone,  W. 


118       A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE. 

"  Now  we  shall  to  Notyngham," 

All  thus  our  kynge  gan  say.  ao 

Theyr  bowes  bente  and  forth  they  went, 

Shotynge  all  in-fere, 
Towarde  the  towne  of  Notyngham, 

Outlawes  as  they  were. 

Our  kynge  and  Robyn  rode  togyder,  25 

For  soth  as  I  you  say, 
And  they  shote  plucke-buffet, 

As  they  went  by  the  way. 

And  many  a  buffet  our  kynge  wan 

Of  Robyn  Hode  that  day  ;  » 

And  nothynge  spared  good  Robyn 

Our  kynge  in  his  pay. 

"  So  god  me  helpe,"  sayd  our  kynge, 

"  Thy  game  is  nought  to  lere ; 
I  sholde  not  get  a  shote  of  the,  » 

Though  I  shote  all  this  yere." 

All  the  people  of  Notyngham 

They  stode  and  behelde  ; 
They  sawe  nothynge  but  mantels  of  grene 

That  covered  all  the  felde.  40 

Than  every  man  to  other  gan  say, 
"  I  drede  our  kynge  be  slone ; 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.       119 

Come  Robyn  Hode  to  the  towne  i-wys, 
On  lyve  he  leveth  not  one." 

Full  hastly  they  began  to  fle,  « 

Both  yemen  and  knaves, 
And  olde  wyves  that  myght  evyll  goo, 

They  hypped  on  theyr  staves. 

The  kynge  loughe  full  fast, 

And  commanded  theym  agayne  ;  so 

When  they  se  our  comly  kynge, 

I-wys  they  were  full  fayne.. 

They  ete  and  dranke,  and  made  them  glad, 

And  sange  with  notes  hye ; 
Than  bespake  our  comly  kynge  « 

To  syr  Rycharde  at  the  Lee. 

He  gave  hym  there  his  londe  agayne, 

A  good  man  he  bad  hym  be ; 
Robyn  thanked  our  comly  kynge, 

And  set  hym  on  his  kne.  so 

Had  Robyn  dwelled  in  the  kynges  courte 

But  twelve  monethes  and  thre, 
That  he  had  spent  an  hondred  pounde, 

And  all  his  mennes  fe. 

In  every  place  where  Robyn  came  & 

Evermore  he  layde  downe, 

44.  Lefte  never  one,  W.    49,  lughe,  W. 


120   A  LTTELL  GESTE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

Both  for  knyghtes  and  for  squyres, 
To  gete  hym  grete  renowne. 

By  than  the  yere  was  all  agone 
He  had  no  man  but  twayne, 

Lytell  Johan  and  good  Scathelocke, 
Wyth  hym  all  for  to  gone. 

Robyn  sawe  yonge  men  shote, 

Full  fayre  upon  a  day  ; 
"  Alas ! "  than  sayd  good  Robyn, 

"  My  welthe  is  went  away. 

"  Somtyme  I  was  an  archere  good, 
A  styffe  and  eke  a  stronge ; 

I  was  commytted  the  best  archere 
That  was  in  mery  Englonde. 

"  Alas  ! "  then  sayd  good  Robyn, 

"  Alas  and  well  a  woo ! 
Yf  I  dwele  lenger  with  the  kynge, 

Sorowe  wyll  me  sloo." 

Forth  than  went  Robyn  Hode 

Tyll  he  came  to  our  kynge  ; 
"  My  lorde  the  kynge  of  Englonde, 

Graunte  me  myn  askynge. 

"  I  made  a  chapell  in  Bernysdale, 
That  semely  is  to  se, 

74,  ferre,  W.    75,  commended  for,  C. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.       121 

It  is  of  Mary  Magdalene, 
And  thereto  wolde  I  be. 

"  I  myght  never  in  this  seven  nyght 

No  tyme  to  slepe  ne  wynke, 
Nother  all  these  seven  dayes  & 

Nother  ete  ne  drynke. 

"  Me  longeth  sore  to  Bernysdale, 

I  may  not  be  therfro ; 
Barefote  and  wolwarde  I  have  hyght 

Thyder  for  to  go."  100 

"  Yf  it  be  so,"  than  sayd  our  kynge, 

"  It  may  no  better  be  ; 
Seven  nyght  I  gyve  the  leve, 

No  lengre,  to  dwell  fro  me." 

"  Gramercy,  lorde,"  then  sayd  Robyn,  105 

And  set  hym  on  his  kne  ; 
He  toke  his  leve  full  courteysly, 

To  grene  wode  then  went  he. 

Whan  he  came  to  grene  wode, 

In  a  mery  mornynge,  no 

There  he  herde  the  notes  small 

Of  byrdes  mery  syngynge. 

'*  It  is  ferre  gone,"  sayd  Robyn, 
"  That  I  was  last  here  ; 


122   A  LTTELL  GESTE  OF  KOBYN  HODE. 

Me  lyste  a  lytell  for  to  shote  ™ 

At  the  donne  dere." 

Robyn  slewe  a  full  grete  harte, 

His  borne  than  gan  he  blow, 
That  all  the  outlawes  of  that  forest, 

That  home  coud  they  knowe  120 

And  gadred  them  togyder, 

In  a  lytell  throwe  ; 
Seven  score  of  wight  yonge  men 

Came  redy  on  a  rowe, 

And  fayre  dyde  of  theyr  hodes,  123 

And  set  them  on  theyr  kne : 
"  Welcome,"  they  sayd,  "  our  mayster, 

Under  this  grene  wode  tre." 

Robyn  dwelled  in  grene  wode 

Twenty  yere  and  two  ;  *» 

For  all  drede  of  Edwarde  our  kynge, 

Agayne  wolde  he  not  goo. 

Yet  he  was  begyled,  i-wys, 

Through  a  wycked  woman, 
The  pryoresse  of  Kyrkesly,  135 

That  nye  was  of  hys  kynne  ; 


135.    The  little  convent  of  Kirklees  lay  between  Wake- 
field  and  Halifax.    HUNTER. 


A    LYTELL    GESTE    OF    ROBYN    HODE.        123 

For  the  love  of  a  knyght, 

Syr  Roger  of  Donkester, 
That  was  her  owne  special!, 

Full  evyll  mote  they  fare.  no 

They  toke  togyder  theyr  counsell 

Robyn  Hode  for  to  sle, 
And  how  they  myght  best  do  that  dede, 

His  banis  for  to  be. 

Than  bespake  good  Robyn,  i« 

In  place  where  as  he  stode, 
"  Tomorow  I  muste  to  Kyrkesley, 

Craftely  to  be  leten  blode." 

Syr  Roger  of  Donkestere, 

By  the  pryoresse  he  lay,  no 

And  there  they  betrayed  good  Robyn  Hode, 

Through  theyr  false  playe. 

Cryst  have  mercy  on  his  soule, 

That  dyed  on  the  rode  ! 
For  he  was  a  good  outlawe,  IM 

And  dyde  pore  men  moch  god. 

138,  donkesley,  W. 
140,  the,  OCC. 


124    ADAM    BEL,    CLYM    OF    THE    CLOUGHE, 


ADAM  BEL,  CLYM  OF  THE  CLOUGHE, 
AND  WYLLYAM  OF  CLOUDESLE. 

THIS  favorite  and  delightful  ballad  was  printed  by 
William  Copland,  without  date,  but  probably  not  far 
from  1550.  Only  a  single  copy  of  this  edition  is 
known  to  be  preserved.  There  is  another  edition  by 
James  Roberts,  printed  in  1605,  with  a  second  part 
entitled  Young  Cloudeslee,  "  a  very  inferior  and  servile 
production,"  says  Eltson.  Mr.  Payne  Collier  has  re 
cently  recovered  a  fragment  of  an  excellent  edition 
considerably  older  than  Copland's. 

Adam  Bell,  frc.,  was  also  entered  at  Stationers'  Hall 
in  1557-8,  as  licensed  to  John  King.  Another  entry 
occurs  in  the  same  registers  under  1582,  and  in  1586 
mention  is  made  of  "  A  ballad  of  Willm.  Clowdisley 
never  printed  before."  No  one  of  these  three  im 
pressions  is  known  to  be  extant. 

Percy  inserted  this  piece  in  his  Reliques,  (i.  158,) 
following  Copland's  edition,  with  corrections  from  his 
folio  manuscript.  Ritson  adhered  to  Copland's  text 
with  his  usual  fidelity,  (Pieces  of  Popular  Poetry, 
p.  1.)  We  have  printed  the  ballad  from  Ritson,  with 
some  important  improvements  derived  from  a  transcript 
of  Mr.  Collier's  fragment  most  kindly  furnished  by 
that  gentleman.  This  fragment  extends  from  the  7th 
verse  of  the  second  fit  to  the  55th  of  the  third,  but  is 
somewhat  mutilated. 

"  Allane  Bell "  is  mentioned  by  Dunbar  in  company 


AND    WYLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  125 

with  Robin  Hood,  Guy  of  Gisborne,  and  others.  The 
editor  of  the  Reliques  has  pointed  out  several  allusions 
to  the  ballad  in  our  dramatic  poets,  which  show  the 
extreme  popularity  of  the  story.  "  Shakespeare,  in 
his  comedy  of  Much  Ado  about  Nothing,  act  i.  makes 
Benedick  confirm  his  resolves  of  not  yielding  to  love, 
by  this  protestation :  '  If  I  do,  hang  me  in  a  bottle 
like  a  cat,  and  shoot  at  me,  and  he  that  hits  me,  let 
him  be  clapt  on  the  shoulder,  and  called  Adam : ' — 
meaning  Adam  Bell,  as  Theobald  rightly  observes, 
who  refers  to  one  or  two  other  passages  in  our  old 
poets,  wherein  he  is  mentioned.  The  Oxford  editor 
has  also  well  conjectured,  that  '  Abraham  Cupid,'  in 
Romeo  and  Juliet,  act  ii.  sc.  1 ,  should  be  'Adam  Cupid,' 
in  allusion  to  our  archer.  Ben  Jonson  has  mentioned 
Clym  o'  the  Clough  in  his  Alchemist,  act  i.  sc.  2.  And 
Sir  William  Davenant,  in  a  mock  poem  of  his,  called 
The  Long  Vacation  in  London,  describes  the  attorneys 
and  proctors  as  making  matches  to  meet  in  Finsbury 
Fields. 

'  With  loynes  in  canvas  bow-case  tyde, 
Where  arrowes  stick  with  mickle  pride ; 
Like  ghosts  of  Adam  Bell  and  Clymme ; 
Sol  sits  for  fear  they'l  shoot  at  him.' — 

Works,  1673,  fol.  p.  291." 

The  place  of  residence  ascribed  in  the  present  ballad 
to  these  outlaAvs  is  Englewood  or  Ingle  wood,  a  forest 
in  Cumberland  sixteen  miles  in  length,  and  extending 
from  Carlisle  to  Penrith,  which,  according,  to  Wyntown, 
was  also  frequented  by  Robin  Hood,  (Cronykil,  vii. 
10,  431.)  By  the  author  of  the  ballad  of  Robin  Hood's 
Birth,  Breeding,  Valour,  and  Marriage,  they  are  made 
contemporary  with  Robin  Hood's  father. 


126     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OF   THE    CLOUGHE, 

"  The  father  of  Robin  a  forrester  was, 
And  he  shot  in  a  lusty  strong  bow 
Two  north-country  miles  and  an  inch  at  a  shot, 
As  the  Finder  of  Wakefield  does  know. 

For  he  brought  Adam  Bell,  and  Clim  of  the  Clugh, 

And  William  of  Clowdesle 
To  shoot  with  our  forrester  for  forty  mark, 

And  the  forrester  beat  them  all  three." 

A  state  paper  cited  by  Mr.  Hunter  exhibits  a  person 
of  the  name  of  Adam  Bell  in  connection  with  another 
of  Robin  Hood's  haunts,  and  is  thought  by  that  gentle 
man  to  afford  a  clue  to  the  real  history  of  one  of  the 
actors  in  the  story. 

"  King  Henry  the  Fourth,  by  letters  enrolled  in  the 
Exchequer,  in  Trinity  Term,  in  the  seventh  year  of 
his  reign  [1406],  and  bearing  date  the  14th  day  of 
April,  granted  to  one  Adam  Bell  an  annuity  of  41. 10s. 
issuing  out  of  the  fee-farm  of  Clipston,  in  the  forest  of 
Sherwood,  together  with  the  profits  and  advantages 
of  the  vesture  and  herbage  of  the  garden  called  the 
Halgarth,  in  which  the  manor-house  of  Clipston  is 
situated. 

"  Now,  as  Sherwood  is  noted  for  its  connection  with 
archery,  and  may  be  regarded  also  as  the  patria  of 
much  of  the  ballad  poetry  of  England,  and  the  name 
of  Adam  Bell  is  a  peculiar  one,  this  might  be  almost 
of  itself  sufficient  to  show  that  the  ballad  had  a 
foundation  in  veritable  history.  But  we  further  find 
that  this  Adam  Bell  violated  his  allegiance  by  ad 
hering  to  the  Scots,  the  King's  enemies  ;  whereupon 
this  grant  was  virtually  resumed,  and  the  sheriff  of 
Nottinghamshire  accounted  for  the  rents  which  would 
have  been  his.  In  the  third  year  of  King  Henry  the 


AND    WYLLYAM    OP    CLOUDESLE.  127 

Fifth  [1416],  the  account  was  rendered  by  Thomas 
Hercy,  and  in  the  fourth  year  by  Simon  Leak.  The 
mention  of  his  adhesion  to  the  Scots,  leads  us  to  the 
Scottish  border,  and  will  not  leave  a  doubt  in  the  mind 
of  the  most  sceptical  (!)  that  we  have  here  one  of  the 
persons,  some  of  whose  deeds  (with  some  poetical 
license,  perhaps)  are  come  down  to  us  in  the  words  of 
one  of  our  popular  ballads."  New  Illustrations  of  the 
Life,  Studies,  and  Writings  of  Shakespeare,  i.  245. 

It  must  be  confessed  that  Mr.  Hunter  is  easily  satis 
fied.  The  Bells  were  one  of  the  most  notorious  of  the 
marauding  tribes  of  the  Marches,  and  as  late  as  1593, 
are  grouped  with  the  Graemes  and  Armstrongs,  in  a 
memorial  of  the  English  Warden,  as  among  "  the  bad 
and  more  vagrant  of  the  great  surnames  of  the 
border."  (Rymer's  Fcedera,  xvi.  183,  2d  ed.)  Adam 
was  a  very  common  prcenomen  among  these  people, 
and  is  borne  by  two  other  familiar  ballad  heroes,  Adam 
Gordon  and  Adam  Car.  The  combination  of  Adam 
Bell  must  have  been  anything  but  a  rarity ; *  nor 
could  it  have  been  an  unfrequent  occurrence,  for  a 
Scottish  freebooter  who  had  entered  into  the  pay  of 
the  English  King,  to  return  to  his  natural  connections, 
when  a  tempting  opportunity  offered  itself,  or  for  any 
Border  mercenary  to  change  sides  as  often  as  this 
seemed  to  be  for  his  interest. 

The  rescue  of  William  of  Cloudesly  by  Adam  Bell 
and  Clym  of  the  Clough,  in  the  second  fit,  resembles 
in  all  the  main  points  the  rescue  of  Robin  Hood  by 

1  Thus,  in  the  Parliamentary  Writs,  we  have  two  Adam 
Bells  (possibly  only  one)  contemporary  with  Mr.  Hunter's 
Robin  Hood,  and  both  resident  in  Yorkshire. 

1315,  Adam  Belle,  manucaptor  of  a  burgess  for  Scarborough. 

1324,  Adam  Bole,  manucaptor  for  citizens  returned  for  York. 


128      ADAM    BEL.    CLYM    OF    THE    CLOUGHE, 

Little  John  and  Much,  in  Robin  Hood  and  the  Monk. 
The  incident  of  the  shot  at  the  apple,  in  the  third  fit, 
for  a  long  time  received  as  a  part  of  the  genuine  his 
tory  of  William  Tell,  is  of  great  antiquity,  and  may  be 
traced  northward  from  Switzerland  through  the  various 
Gothic  nations  to  the  mythical  legends  of  Scandinavia. 
The  exploit  is  first  narrated  in  the  Wilkina  Saga  of 
the  archer  Eigill,  who,  at  Nidung's  command,  proves 
his  skill  at  the  bow  by  shooting  an  apple  from  his 
son's  head.  Eigill  had  selected  three  arrows,  and  on 
being  questioned  as  to  the  purpose  of  the  other  two, 
replied  that  they  were  destined  for  Nidung  in  case  the 
first  had  caused  the  death  of  his  child.  This  form  of 
the  legend  is  of  the  10th  or  llth  century.  In  the 
12th  century,  Saxo  Grammaticus  tells  this  story  of 
Toko  and  King  Harald.  The  resemblance  to  Tell  is 
in  Toko's  case  stronger  than  in  any ;  for,  besides 
making  the  same  speech  about  the  reserved  arrow,  he 
distinguishes  himself  in  a  sea-storm,  and  shoots  the 
king, — this  last  feat  being  historical,  and  dated  992. 
Similar  achievements  are  ascribed  in  Norwegian  sagas 
to  St.  Olaf  (died,  1030),  and  to  King  Haraldr  Sigur- 
tharson  (died,  1066),  and  in  Schleswig  Holstein,  to 
Heming  Wolf,  who  having,  in  1472,  been  outlawed  for 
taking  part  with  a  rebel  against  King  Christian,  and 
falling  into  the  hands  of  his  enemies,  was  obliged  to 
exhibit  his  skill  at  the  risk  of  his  son's  life.  Again,  in 
Sprenger's  Malleus  Maleficarum,  a  work  of  the  15th 
century,  the  story  is  related  of  one  Puncher,  a  ma 
gician  of  the  Rhine  country ;  and  finally,  about  two 
hundred  years  after  the  formation  of  the  Swiss  con 
federacy,  this  famous  exploit  is  imputed  to  Tell, 
though  early  chroniclers  have  not  a  word  to  say 


AND  WYLLYAM  OF  CLOUDESLE.     129 

either  about  him  or  his  archery.  (See  Grimm's  ' 
Deutxche  Mythologie,  ed.  1842,  pp.  353-5,  p.  1214: 
Nork's  Mythologie  der  Volkssagen,  in  Scheible's  Klos- 
ter,  vol.  9,  p.  105,  seqq.  Many  of  the  documents  that 
bear  upon  this  question  are  cited  at  length  in  Ideler's 
Schuss  des  Tell,  Berlin,  1836.) 

MERY  it  was  in  grene  forest. 

Amonge  the  leues  grene, 
Wher  that  men  walke  east  and  west, 

With  bowes  and  arrowes  kene, 

To  ryse  the  dere  out  of  theyr  denne, —  » 

Such  sightes  hath  ofte  bene  sene, — 

As  by  thre  yemen  of  the  north  countrey, 
By  them  it  is  I  meane. 

The  one  of  them  hight  Adam  Bel, 

The  other  Clym  of  the  Clough,  10 

The  thyrd  was  William  of  Cloudesly, 
An  archer  good  ynough. 

i  Grimm  refers  to  the  tradition  by  which  Eustathius 
accounts  for  Sarpedon's  being  king  of  the  Lycians,  which 
involves  a  story  of  his  two  rival  uncles  proposing  to  shoot 
through  a  ring  placed  on  the  breast  of  a  child,  and  of  Sarpe 
don's  being  offered  for  that  purpose  by  his  mother;  and  also 
mentions  a  manuscript  he  had  seen  of  travels  in  Turkey, 
which  contained  a  picture  of  a  man  shooting  at  an  apple 
placed  on  a  child's  head. 

6,  as  hath.    7,  the.    8,  as  I. 

10, 11.  Clym  of  the  Clough  means,  as  Percy  says,  Clement 
of  the  valley;  and  Cloudesle,  suggests  Kitson,  seems  to  be  the 
same  with  Clodsley. 

VOL.  V.  9 


130     ADAM    BEL,    CLYM    OF   THE    CLOUGHE, 

They  were  outlawed  for  venyson, 

These  yemen  everechohe ; 
They  swore  them  brethren  upon  a  day, 

To  Englysshe-wood  for  to  gone. 

Now  lith  and  lysten,  gentylmen, 
That  of  myrthes  loveth  to  here  : 

Two  of  them  were  single  men, 
The  third  had  a  wedded  fere. 

Wyllyam  was  the  wedded  man, 
Muche  more  then  was  hys  care : 

He  sayde  to  hys  brethren  upon  a  day, 
To  Carelel  he  would  fare, 

For  to  speke  with  fayre  Alse  hys  wife, 

And  with  hys  chyldren  thre. 
"  By  my  trouth,"  sayde  Adam  Bel, 

"  Not  by  the  counsell  of  me. 

"  For  if  ye  go  to  Caerlel,  brother, 
And  from  thys  wylde  wode  wende, 

If  the  justice  mai  you  take, 
Your  lyfe  were  at  an  ende." 

"  If  that  I  come  not  tomorowe,  brother, 

By  pryme  to  you  agayne, 
Truste  not  els  but  that  I  am  take, 

Or  else  that  I  am  slayne." 
18.  And  that. 


AND    WYLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  131 

He  toke  hys  leave  of  his  brethren  two, 

And  to  Carlel  he  is  gon  ; 
There  he  knocked  at  hys  owne  windowe, 

Shortlye  and  anone.  *o 

"  Where  be  you,  fayre  Alyce,  my  wyfe, 

And  my  chyldren  three  ? 
Lyghtly  let  in  thyne  owne  husbande, 

Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle." 

"  Alas  ! "  then  sayde  fayre  Alyce,  « 

And  syghed  wonderous  sore, 
"  Thys  place  hath  ben  besette  for  you, 

Thys  half  yere  and  more." 

"  Now  am  I  here,"  sayde  Cloudesle, 

"  I  woulde  that  I  in  were  : —  so 

Now  feche  us  meate  and  drynke  ynoughe. 
And  let  us  make  good  chere." 

She  fetched  him  meat  and  drynke  plenty, 

Lyke  a  true  wedded  wyfe, 
And  pleased  hym  wyth  that  she  had,  M 

Whome  she  loved  as  her  lyfe. 

There  lay  an  old  wyfe  in  that  place, 

A  lytle  besyde  the  fyre, 
Whych  Wyllyam  had  found, of  cherytye, 

More  then  seven  yere.  eo 

41,  your.  50,  In  woulde. 


132     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OP   THE    CLOUGHE, 

Up  she  rose  and  walked  full  styll, 

Evel  mote  she  spede  therefoore, 
For  she  had  not  set  no  fote  on  ground 

In  seven  yere  before 

She  went  unto  the  justice  hall,  es 

As  fast  as  she  could  hye  ; 
"  Thys  nyght  is  come  unto  this  town 

Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle." 

Thereof  the  Justice  was  full  fayne, 

And  so  was  the  shirife  also  ;  ro 

"Thou  shalt  not  travaile  hether,  dame,  for 
nought. 

Thy  meed  thou  shalt  have  or  thou  go." 

They  gave  to  her  a  ryght  good  goune, 
Of  scarlat  it  was,  as  I  heard  sayne  ; 

She  toke  the  gyft  and  home  she  wente,  i& 

And  couched  her  downe  agayne. 

They  rysed  the  towne  of  mery  Carlel, 

In  all  the  hast  that  they  can, 
And  came  thronging  to  Wyllyames  house, 

As  fast  as  they  myght  gone.  so 

Theyr  they  besette  that  good  yeman, 

Round  about  on  every  syde, 
Wyllyam  hearde  great  noyse  of  folkes, 

That  heytherward  they  hyed. 

62,  spende.    71,  fore. 

74,  saye.   Percy  reads,  Of  scarlate  and  of  graine. 


AND    WYLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  133 

Alyce  opened  a  shot-wyndow,  ss 

And  loked  all  about, 
She  was  ware  of  the  justice  and  shirife  bothe, 

Wyth  a  full  great  route. 

"  Alas  !  treason,"  cry'd  Aleyce. 

"  Ever  wo  may  thou  be  !  so 

Go  into  my  chambre,  my  husband,"  she  sayd, 

"  Swete  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle." 

He  toke  hys  sweard  and  hys  bucler, 
Hys  bow  and  hy[s]  chyldren  thre, 

And  wente  into  hys  strongest  chamber,  95 

Where  he  thought  surest  to  be. 

Fay  re  Alice  folowed  him  as  a  lover  true, 

With  a  pollaxe  in  her  hande  ; 
"  He  shal  be  dead  that  here  cometh  in 

Thys  dore,  whyle  I  may  stand."  100 

Cloudesle  bent  a  wel  good  bowe, 

That  was  of  trusty  tre, 
He  smot  the  justise  on  the  brest, 

That  hys  arrowe  brest  in  thre. 

"  God's  curse  on  his  hartt,"  saide  William,      105 

"  Thys  day  thy  cote  dyd  on  ; 
If  it  had  ben  no  better  then  myne, 

It  had  gone  nere  thy  bone." 

85,  shop.    Percy  reads  back  window.     88,  great  full  great. 
91,  Gy. 


134     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OP   THE    CLOUGHE, 

f  Yelde  the,  Cloudesle,"  sayd  the  justise, 

"  And  thy  bowe  and  thy  arrowes  the  fro  : "  no 

"  Gods  curse  on  hys  hart,"  sayde  fair  Alice, 
"  That  my  husband  councelleth  so." 

"  Set  fyre  on  the  house,"  saide  the  sherife, 

"  Syth  it  wyll  no  better  be, 
And  brenne  we  therin  William,"  he  saide,      us 

"  Hys  wyfe  and  chyldren  thre." 

They  fyred  the  house  in  many  a  place, 

The  fyre  flew  up  on  hye  ; 
"  Alas  ! "  then  cryed  fayr  Alice, 

"  I  se  we  here  shall  dy."  120 

William  openyd  hys  backe  wyndow, 
That  was  in  hys  chambre  on  hye, 
•  And  wyth  shetes  let  hys  wyfe  downe, 
And  hys  chyldren  thre. 

"  Have  here  my  treasure,"  sayde  William,      125 
"  My  wyfe  and  my  chyldren  thre, 

For  Christes  love  do  them  no  harme, 
But  wreke  you  all  on  me." 

Wyllyam  shot  so  wonderous  well, 

Tyll  hys  arrowes  were  all  ygo,  iao 

And  the  fyre  so  fast  upon  hym  fell, 

That  hys  bowstryng  brent  in  two. 
122,  was  on.  130,  gon. 


AND    WYLLYAM    OP    CLOUDESLE.  135 

The  spercles  brent  and  fell  hym  on, 

Good  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle  ! 
But  than  wax  he  a  wofull  man,  135 

And  sayde,  "  thys  is  a  cowardes  death  to  me. 

"  Leuer  I  had,"  sayde  Wyllyam, 

"  With  my  sworde  in  the  route  to  renne, 

Then  here  among  myne  ennemyes  wode, 

Thus  cruelly  to  bren."  140 

He  toke  hys  sweard  and  hys  buckler, 

And  among  them  all  he  ran ; 
Where  the  people  were  most  in  prece, 

He  smot  downe  many  a  man. 

There  myght  no  man  stand  hys  stroke,  145 

So  fersly  on  them  he  ran  ; 
Then  they  threw  wyndowes  and  dores  on  him, 

And  so  toke  that  good  yeman. 

There  they  hym  bounde  both  hande  and  fote, 
And  in  depe  dongeon  hym  cast ;  iso 

"  Now,  Cloudesle,"  sayd  the  hye  justice, 
"  Thou  shalt  be  hanged  in  hast." 

"  One  vow  shal  I  make,"  sayd  the  sherife, 
"  A  payre  of  newe  galowes  shall  I  for  the 
make, 

And  the  gates  of  Caerlel  shal  be  shutte,          iss 
There  shall  no  man  come  in  therat. 


136     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OF    THE    CLOUGIIE, 

"  Then  shall  not  helpe  Clim  of  the  Cloughe, 

Nor  yet  shall  Adam  Bell, 
Though  they  came  with  a  thousand  mo, 

Nor  all  the  devels  in  hell." 

Early  in  the  mornyng  the  justice  uprose, 

To  the  gates  first  gan  he  gon, 
And  commaundede  to  be  shut  full  cloce 

Lightile  everychone. 

Then  went  he  to  the  market  place, 

As  fast  as  he  coulde  hye  ; 
A  payre  of  new  gallous  there  did  he  up  set, 

Besyde  the  pyllory. 

A  lytle  boy  stod  them  amonge, 

And  asked  what  meaned  that  gallow  tre  ; 
They  sayde,  "  to  hange  a  good  yeaman, 

Called  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle," 

That  lytle  boye  was  the  towne  swyne-heard, 

And  kept  fayre  Alyce  swyne, 
Oft  he  had  scene  Cloudesle  in  the  wodde, 

And  geuen  hym  there  to  dyne. 

He  went  out  att  a  creves  in  the  wall, 
And  lightly  to  the  wood  dyd  gone  ; 

There  met  he  with  these  wight  yonge  men, 
Shortly  and  anone. 

174,  there. 


AND    WTLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  137 

"  Alas  ! "  then  sayde  that  lytle  boye, 

"  Ye  tary  here  all  to  longe  ; 
Cloudesle  is  taken  and  dampned  to  death, 

All  readye  for  to  honge." 

"  Alas  ! "  then  sayde  good  Adam  Bell,  iss 

"  That  ever  we  see  thys  daye  ! 
He  myght  her  with  us  have  dwelled, 

So  ofte  as  we  dyd  him  praye  ! 

"  He  myght  have  taryed  in  grene  foreste, 
Under  the  shadowes  sheene,  190 

And  have  kepte  both  hym  and  us  in  reaste, 
Out  of  trouble  and  teene  ! " 

Adam  bent  a  ryght  good  bow, 
A  great  hart  sone  had  he  slayne  ; 

"  Take  that,  chylde,"  he  sayde,  "  to  thy  dynner, 
And  bryng  me  myne  arrowe  agayne."         i* 

"  Now  go  we  hence,"  sayed  these  wight  yong 
men, 

"  Tary  we  no  lenger  here  ; 
We  shall  hym  borowe,  by  gods  grace, 

Though  we  bye  it  full  dere."  200 

To  Caerlel  went  these  good  yemen, 

On  a  mery  mornyng  of  Maye  : 
Here  is  a  fyt  of  Cloudesli, 

And  another  is  for  to  saye. 
201,  Cyerlel. 


138     ADAM   BEL,    CLTM    OF   THE    CLOUGHE, 


LTHE  SECOND  FIT.] 

AND  when  they  came  to  mery  Caerlell, 

In  a  fayre  mornyng  tyde, 
They  founde  the  gates  shut  them  untyll, 

Round  about  on  every  syde. 

"  Alas  ! "  .than  sayd  good  Adam  Bell,  6 

"  That  ever  we  were  made  men  ! 

These  gates  be  shut  so  wonderly  wel, 
That  we  may  not  come  here  in." 

Then  spake  him  Clym  of  the  Clough, 

"  Wyth  a  wyle  we  wyl  us  in  bryng  ;  10 

Let  us  saye  we  be  messengers, 
Streyght  comen  from  our  king." 

Adam  said,  "  I  have  a  letter  written  wel, 

Now  let  us  wysely  werke ; 
We  wyl  saye  we  have  the  kinges  scale,  i« 

I  holde  the  portter  no  clerke." 

Then  Adam  Bell  bete  on  the  gate, 

With  strokes  great  and  strong  ; 
The  porter  herde  suche  noyse  therat, 

And  to  the  gate  faste  he  throng.  20 

7,  wonder-oils.  K.  (RITSON.)    12,  come  no  we.  R.    15,  scales. 
R.    20,  R.  omits  faste. 


AND    WYLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  139 

*  Who  is  there  nowe,"  sayde  the  porter, 
"  That  maketh  all  thys  knocking  ? 

"  We  be  tow  messengers,"  sayde  Clim  of  the 

Clough, 
"  Be  comen  streyght  from  our  kyng." 

"  We  haue  a  letter,"  sayd  Adam  Bel,  as 

"  To  the  justice  we  must  it  bryng  ; 

Let  us  in,  our  messag  to  do, 

That  we  were  agayne  to  our  kyng." 

"  Here  commeth  no  man  in,"  sayd  the  porter, 
"  By  hym  that  dyed  on  a  tre,  so 

Tyll  a  false  thefe  be  hanged, 
Called  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle." 

Then  spake  the  good  yeman  Clym  of  the  Clough, 

And  swore  by  Mary  fre, 
"  And  if  that  we  stande  longe  wythout,  35 

Lyke  a  thefe  hanged  shalt  thou  be. 

"  Lo  here  we  have  the  kynges  seale  ; 

What !  lordeyne,  art  thou  wode  ?  " 
The  porter  went  it  had  ben  so, 

And  lyghtly  dyd  of  hys  hode.  40 

"  Welcome  be  my  lordes  seale,"  he  saide, 
"  For  that  ye  shall  come  in  :  " 

24,  come  ryght.  K.    26,  me. 

29,  none.  K.     30,  Be    ...    upon.  R. 


140     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OF    THE    CLOUGHE, 

He  opened  the  gate  full  shortlye, 
An  evyl  openyng  for  him. 

"  Now  are  we  in,"  sayde  Adam  Bell,  45 

"  Thereof  we  are  full  faine, 
But  Christ  knoweth  that  harowed  hell, 

How  we  shall  com  out  agayne." 

"  Had  we  the  keys,"  said  Glim  of  the  Clough, 
"  Ryght  wel  then  shoulde  we  spede  ;  so 

Then  might  we  come  out  wel  ynough, 
When  we  se  tyme  and  nede." 

They  called  the  porter  to  a  counsell, 

And  wrange  hys  necke  in  two, 
And  caste  him  in  a  depe  dongeon,  K 

And  toke  hys  keys  hym  fro. 

"  Now  am  I  porter,"  sayde  Adam  Bel, 
"  Se,  brother,  the  keys  haue  we  here  ; 

The  worst  porter  to  merry  Caerlel, 

That  ye  had  thys  hundred  yere.  eo 

"  And  now  wyll  we  our  bowes  bend, 

Into  the  towne  wyll  we  go, 
For  to  delyver  our  dere  brother, 

That  lyveth  in  care  and  wo." 

[And  thereupon]  they  bent  theyr  bowes,          es 
And  loked  theyr  stringes  were  round ; 
47,  knows,  R.  50,  shatilde.   53,  a,  C.  (COLLIER.) 


AND    WYLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLB.  141 

The  market  place  of  mery  Caerlel, 
They  beset  in  that  stound. 

And  as  they  loked  them  besyde, 

A  paire  of  new  galowes  ther  thei  see,  ™ 
And  the  justice  with  a  quest  of  swerers, 

That  had  judged  Cloudesle  there  hanged 
to  be. 

And  Cloudesle  hymselfe  lay  redy  in  a  carte, 
Faste  bounde  both  fote  and  hand, 

And  a  stronge  rop  about  hys  necke,  75 

All  readye  for  to  be  hangde. 

The  justice  called  to  him  a  ladde, 
Cloudesle  [s]  clothes  should  he  have, 

To  take  the  measure  of  that  good  yeman, 
And  therafter  to  make  hys  grave.  80 

"  I   have   seen  as  great  a    mearveile,"    said 
Cloudesli, 

"  As  betwyene  thys  and  pryme, 
He  that  maketh  thys  grave  for  me, 

Himselfe  may  lye  therm." 

"  Thou  speakest  proudli,"  saide  the  justice,      & 
"  I  shall  the  hange  with  my  hande  :  " 

67,  in,  K.  68,  in,  C.  71,  they. 

72,  squyers,  R.    74,  bounde,  C. 
76,  to  hang,  E.    79,  good,  C. 


142     ADAM   BEL,    CLTM    OF   THE    CLOUGHE, 

Full  wel  that  herd  hys  brethren  two, 
There  styll  as  they  dyd  stande. 

Then  Cloudesle  cast  hys  eyen  asyde, 

And  saw  hys  to  brethren  stande,  w 

At  a  corner  of  the  market  place, 

With  theyr  good  bows  bent  in  ther  hand. 

"  I  se  good  comfort,"  sayd  Cloudesle, 

"  Yet  hope  I  well  to  fare  ; 
If  I  might  haue  my  handes  at  wyll,  & 

Eyght  lytle  wolde  I  care." 

Then  spake  good  Adam  Bell, 

To  Clym  of  the  Clough  so  free, 
"  Brother,  se  ye  marke  the  justyce  wel, 

Lo  yonder  ye  may  him  see.  100 

"  And  at  the  shyrife  shote  I  wyll, 

Strongly  with  an  arrowe  kene  ; 
A  better  shote  in  mery  Caerlel 

Thys  seven  yere  was  not  sene." 

They  lowsed  their  arrowes  both  at  once,         iw 
Of  no  man  had  they  dread  ; 

87,  that,  C.  89,  Claudesle. 

90,  brethen;  Copland  omits  stande.    91,  marked. 

92.  Here  the  old  edition  adds, — 

'  Redy  the  justice  for  to  chaunce',  (chase,  C.) 

93,  Copland  omits  good.    94,  will.    102,  ,an,  C.    105,  thre. 


AND    WTLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  143 

The  one  hyt  the  justice,  .the  other  the  sheryfe, 
That  both  theyr  sides  gan  blede. 

All  men  voyded,  that  them  stode  nye, 

When  the  justice  fell  downe  to  the  grounde, 

And  the  sherife  fell  nyghe  hym  by,  i» 

Eyther  had  his  deathes  wounde. 

All  the  citezens  fast  gan  flye, 

They  durst  no  longer  abyde ; 
Then  lyghtly  they  loused  Cloudesle,  us 

When  he  with  ropes  lay  tyde. 

Wyllyam  sterte  to  an  officer  of  the  towne, 
Hys  axe  out  of  hys  hande  he  wronge, 

On  eche  syde  he  smote  them  downe, 

Hym  thought  he  taryed  all  to  long.  120 

Wyllyam  sayde  to  hys  brethren  two, 

"  Thys  daye  let  us'togyder  lyve  and  dye  ; 

If  ever  you  have  nede  as  I  have  now, 
The  same  shall  you  fynde  by  me." 

They  shot  so  well  in  that  tyde,  m 

For  theyr  stringes  were  of  silke  full  sure, 

That  they  kept  the  stretes  on  every  side  : 
That  batayle  dyd  longe  endure. 


108,  sedes.  115,  then.  121,  brethen. 

122,  togyder,  C.     127,  sede. 


144    ADAM   BEL,    OLYM    OF    THE    CLOUGHE, 

The[y]  fought  together  as  brethren  tru, 

Lyke  hardy  men  and  bolde ;  iao 

Many  a  man  to  the  ground  they  thrue, 
And  many  a  herte  made  colde. 

But  when  their  arrowes  were  all  gon, 

Men  preced  on  them  full  fast ; 
They  drew  theyr  swordes  then  anone,  135 

And  theyr  bowes  from  them  cast. 

They  went  lyghtlye  on  theyr  way, 
Wyth  swordes  and  buclers  round ; 

By  that  it  was  the  myddes  of  the  day, 

They  had  made  maui  a  wound.  HO 

There   was    many   an    out-home    in    Caerlel 
blowen, 

And  the  belles  bacward  did  they  ryng ; 
Many  a  woman  sayd  alas, 

And  many  theyr  handes  dyd  wryng. 

The  mayre  of  Caerlel  forth  com  was,  143 

And  with  hym  a  ful  great  route ; 

These  thre  yemen  dred  him  full  sore, 

For  of  theyr  lyues  they  stode  in  great  doute. 

The  mayre  came  armed  a  full  great  pace, 
With  a  pollaxe  in  hys  hande ;  iso 

132,  made  many  a  herte.    134,  on,  C.    139,  was  myd,  R. 
140,  had,  C.    141,  many,  C.    142,  they,  C.    147,  thre,  C. 


AND    WYLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  145 

Many  a  strong  man  with  him  was, 
There  in  that  stowre  to  stande. 

The  mayre  smot  at  Cloudesle  with  his  bil, 

Hys  bucler  he  brust  in  two ; 
Full  many  a  yeman  with  great  yll,  iss 

"  Alas,  treason  ! "  they  cryed  for  wo. 
"  Kepe  we  the  gates  fast "  they  bad, 

"  That  these  traytours  thereout  not  go." 

But  al  for  nought  was  that  they  wrought, 

For  so  fast  they  downe  were  layde,  ieo 

Tyll  they  all  thre,  that  so  manfulli  fought, 
Were  gotten  without  at  a  braide. 

"  Have  here  your  keys,"  sayd  Adam  Bel, 

"  Myne  office  I  here  forsake ; 
Yf  you  do  by  my  councell,  m 

A  new  porter  do  ye  make." 

He  threw  the  keys  there  at  theyr  heads, 

And  bad  them  evell  to  thryve, 
And  all  that  letteth  any  good  yeman 

To  come  and  comfort  hys  wyfe.  170 

Thus  be  these  good  yemen  gon  to  the  wod, 
As  lyght  as  lefe  on  lynde  ; 


155,  evyll,  R.    160,  to.     162,  abraide,  R.     166,  we. 
167,  theyr  keys  at,  R.    172,  And  lyghtly  as,  R. 
VOL.    V.  10 


146     ADAM   BEL,    CLTM    OF   THE    CLOUGHE, 

They  lough  and  be  mery  in  theyr  mode, 
Theyr  ennemyes  were  ferre  behynd. 

When  they  came  to  Englyshe  wode, 

Under  the  trysty  tre, 
There  they  found  bowes  full  good, 

And  arrowes  full  great  plentye. 

"  So  God  me  help,"  sayd  Adam  Bell, 
And  Clym  of  the  Clough  so  fre, 

"  I  would  we  were  nowe  in  mery  Caerlel, 
Before  that  fayre  meyny." 

They  set  them  downe  and  made  good  chere, 
And  eate  and  drank  full  well : 

Here  is  a  fet  of  these  wyght  yong  men, 
And  another  I  shall  you  tell. 


[THE  THIRD  FIT.] 

As  they  sat  in  Englyshe-wood, 

Under  theyr  trysty  tre, 
Them  thought  they  herd  a  woman  wepe, 

But  her  they  mought  not  se. 

Sore  then  syghed  the  fayre  Alyce, 

And  sayde,  "  Alas  that  ever  I  sawe  this  daye ! 

176,  trusty,  R.    177,  there,  C.    181,  nowe,  C.    184,  drynke, 
R.     186.  Another  I  wyll,  R.    2,  trusty,  R.    3,  they,  R. 


AND    WYLLTAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  147 

For  now  is  my  dere  husband  slayne, 
Alas  and  wel  a  way  ! 

"  Myght    I   have    spoken    wyth    hys    dere 
brethren, 

Or  with  eyther  of  them  twayne,  10 

[To  let  them  know  what  him  befell] 

My  hart  were  out  O/  payne  !  " 

Cloudesle  walked  a  lytle  besyde, 

And  loked  under  the  grenewood  linde  ; 

He  was  ware  of  hys  wife  and  chyldren  thre,    u 
Full  wo  in  hart  and  mynde. 

"  Welcome,  wife,"  then  sayde  Wyllyam, 

"  Under  this  trysty  tre ; 
I  had  wende  yesterday,  by  swete  saynt  John, 

Thou  shulde  me  never  have  se."  20 

"  Now  well  is  me,"  she  sayde,  "  that  ye  be  here, 

My  hart  is  out  of  wo  : " 
"  Dame,"  he  sayde,  "  be  mery  and  glad, 

And  thank  my  brethren  two." 

"  Hereof  to  speake,"  sayd  Adam  Bell,  25 

"  I-wis  it  is  no  bote  ; 
The  meat  that  we  must  supp  withall 

It  runneth  yet  fast  on  fote." 

9,  brethen.    11,  supplied  from  a  modern  edition. 

12,  put  out,  E.     18,  thus,  trusty,  K.     20,  had.    24,  brethen. 


148     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OF    THE    CLOUGHE, 

Then  went  they  down  into  a  launde, 

These  noble  archares  all  thre,  so 

Eche  of  them  slew  a  hart  of  greece, 
The  best  they  could  there  se. 

"  Have  here  the  best,  Alyce  my  wife," 

Sayde  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle, 
"  By  cause  ye  so  bouldly  stod  by  me,  H 

When  I  was  slayne  full  nye." 

Then  went  they  to  supper, 

Wyth  suche  meat  as  they  had, 
And  thanked  God  of  ther  fortune  ; 

They  were  both  mery  and  glad.  40 

And  when  they  had  supped  well, 

Certayne  without  any  leace, 
Cloudesle  sayd,  "  We  wyll  to  our  kyng, 

To  get  us  a  charter  of  peace. 

"Alyce  shall  be  at  sojournyng,  « 

In  a  nunry  here  besyde  ; 
My  tow  sonnes  shall  wyth  her  go, 

And  ther  they  shall  abyde. 

"  Myne  eldest  son  shall  go  wyth  me, 

For  hym  have  I  no  care,  so 

And  he  shall  breng  you  worde  agayn 
How  that  we  do  fare." 

31,  graece.    37,  whent.   45,  at  our,  R.    51,  you  breng,  R. 


AND    WYLLTAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  149 

Thus  be  these  yemen  to  London  gone, 

As  fast  as  they  might  hye, 
Tyll  they  came  to  the  kynges  pallace,  55 

Where  they  woulde  nedes  be. 

And  whan  they  came  to  the  kynges  courte, 

Unto  the  pallace  gate, 
Of  no  man  wold  they  aske  no  leave, 

But  boldly  went  in  therat.  oo 

They  preced  prestly  into  the  hall, 

Of  no  man  had  they  dreade  ; 
The  porter  came  after  and  dyd  them  call, 

And  with  them  began  to  chyde. 

The  ussher  sayed,  "  Yemen,  what  wold  ye  haue  ? 

I  pray  you  tell  me  ;  ec 

You  myght  thus  make  offycers  shent : 

Good  syrs,  of  whence  be  ye  ?  " 

"  Syr,  we  be  outlawes  of  the  forest, 

Certayne  without  any  leace,  70 

And  hether  we  be  come  to  our  kyng, 

To  get  us  a  charter  of  peace." 

And  whan  they  came  before  the  kyng, 

As  it  was  the  lawe  of  the  lande, 
The[y]  kneled  downe  without  lettyng,  n 

And  eche  held  up  his  hand. 


150  ADAM  BEL,  CLYM  OF  THE  CLOUGHE, 

The[y]  sayed,  "  Lord,  we  beseche  the  here, 

That  ye  wyll  graunt  us  grace, 
For  we  haue  slaine  your  fat  falow  der, 

In  many  a  sondry  place."  so 

"  What  be  your  nam[e]s  ?  "  then  said  our  king, 

"Anone  that  you  tell  me  : 
They  sayd,  "Adam  Bel,  Clim  of  the  Clough, 

And  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle." 

"  Be  ye  those  theves,"  then  sayd  our  kyng,      & 
"  That  men  have  tolde  of  to  me  ? 

Here  to  god  I  make  a  vowe, 
Ye  shal  be  hanged  al  thre. 

"  Ye  shal  be  dead  without  mercy, 

As  I  am  kynge  of  this  lande."  so 

He  commanded  his  officers  everichone 

Fast  on  them  to  lay  hand. 

There  they  toke  these  good  yemen, 

And  arested  them  all  thre : 
"  So  may  I  thryve,"  sayd  Adam  Bell,  as 

"  Thys  game  lyketh  not  me. 

"  But,  good  lorde,  we  beseche  you  now, 

That  you  graunt  vs  grace, 
Insomuche  as  we  be  to  you  comen, 

Or  els  that  we  may  fro  you  passe,  ia» 


AND    WYLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  151 

"  With  such  weapons  as  we  have  here, 

Tyll  we  be  out  of  your  place  ; 
And  yf  we  lyve  this  hundreth  yere, 

We  wyll  aske  you  no  grace." 

"  Ye  speake  proudly,"  sayd  the  kynge,  105 

"  Ye  shall  be  hanged  all  thre : " 
"  That  were  great  pitye,"  then  sayd  the  quene, 

"  If  any  grace  myght  be. 

"  My  lorde,  whan  I  came  fyrst  into  this  lande, 
To  be  your  wedded  wyfe,  no 

The  fyrst  bowne  that  I  wold  aske, 
Ye  would  graunt  it  me  belyfe ; 

"And  I  asked  never  none  tyll  now, 
Therefore,  good  lorde,  graunte  it  me." 

"  Now  aske  it,  madam,"  sayd  the  kynge,         iw 
"And  graunted  shall  it  be." 

"  Then,  my  good  lord,  I  you  beseche, 

These  yemen  graunt  ye  me  : " 
"  Madame,  ye  myght  have  asked  a  bowne 

That  shuld  have  ben  worth  them  all  thre.    120 

"  Ye  myght  have  asked  towres  and  town[es], 

Parkes  and  forestes  plenty." 
"  None  so  pleasaunt  to  mi  pay."  she  said, 

"  Nor  none  so  lefe  to  me." 


152     ADAM    BEL,    CLTM    OF    THE    CLOUGHE, 

"  Madame,  sith  it  is  your  desyre,  la 

Your  askyng  graunted  shal  be  ; 
But  I  had  lever  have  geven  you 

Good  market  townes  thre." 

The  quene  was  a  glad  woman, 

And  sayd,  "  Lord,  gramarcy  ;  130 

I  dare  undertake  for  them, 

That  true  men  shal  they  be. 

"  But,  good  lord,  speke  som  mery  word, 

That  comfort  they  may  se." 
"  I  graunt  you  grace,"  then  said  our  king,       135 

"  Wasshe,  felos,  and  to  meate  go  ye." 

They  had  not  setten  but  a  whyle, 

Certayne  without  lesynge, 
There  came  messengers  out  of  the  north, 

With  letters  to  our  kynge.  i« 

And  whan  the[y]  came  before  the  kynge, 
.  They  kneled  downe  vpon  theyr  kne, 
And  sayd,  "  Lord,  your  ofFycers  grete  you  wel, 
Of  Caerlel  in  the  north  cuntre." 

*•  How  fare[s]  my  justice,"  sayd  the  kyng,      i« 

"And  my  sherife  also  ?  " 
"  Syr,  they  be  slayne,  without  leasynge, 

And  many  an  officer  mo." 


AND    WYLLTAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  153 

"  Who  hath  them  slayne  ?  "  sayd  the  kyng, 
"  Anone  thou  tell  me :  "  iso 

"  Adam  Bel,  and  Clime  of  the  Clough, 
And  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle." 

"  Alas  for  rewth ! "  then  sayd  our  kynge, 

"  My  hart  is  wonderous  sore  ; 
I  had  leuer  [th]an  a  thousand  pounde,  >M 

I  had  knowne  of  thys  before. 

"  For  I  have  graunted  them  grace, 

And  that  forthynketh  me, 
But  had  I  knowne  all  thys  before, 

They  had  been  hanged  all  thre."  i<» 

The  kyng  opened  the  letter  anone, 

Hymselfe  he  red  it  th[r]o, 
And    founde    how  these    thre    outlawes    had 
slaine 

Thre  hundred  men  and  mo. 

Fyrst  the  justice  and  the  sheryfe,  its 

And  the  mayre  of  Caerlel  towne  ; 

Of  all  the  constables  and  catchipolles 
Alyve  were  left  not  one. 

The  baylyes  and  the  bedyls  both, 

And  the  sergeauntes  of  the  law,  tfo 

And  forty  fosters  of  the  fe, 

These  outlawes  had  yslaw, 


154     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OF   THE  -CLOUGHE, 

And  broke  his  parks,  and  slaine  his  dere ; 

Over  all  they  chose  the  best ; 
So  perelous  outlawes  as  they  were, 

Walked  not  by  easte  nor  west. 

When  the  kynge  this  letter  had  red, 
In  hys  harte  he  syghed  sore  ; 

"  Take  vp  the  table  anone,"  he  bad, 
"  For  I  may  eate  no  more." 

The  kyng  called  hys  best  archars, 
To  the  buttes  with  hym  to  go ; 

"I  wylle  se  these  felowes  shote,"  he  sayd, 
In  the  north  have  wrought  this  wo." 

The  kynges  bowmen  buske  them  blyve, 
And  the  quenes  archers  also, 

So  dyd  these  thre  wyght  yemen, 
Wyth  them  they  thought  to  go. 

There  twyse  or  thryse  they  shote  about, 

For  to  assay  theyr  hande  ; 
There  was  no  shote  these  yemen  shot, 

That  any  prycke  might  them  stand. 

Then  spake  Wyllyam  of  Cloudesle, 

"  By  him  that  for  me  dyed, 
I  hold  hym  never  no  good  archar 

That  shuteth  at  buttes  so  wyde." 


AND    WYLLTAM    OP    CLOUDESLE.  155 

"  Wherat  ?  "  then  sayd  our  kyng, 

"  I  pray  thee  tell  me  :  " 
"  At  such  a  but,  syr,"  he  sayd, 

"  As  men  use  in  my  countree."  200 

Wyllyam  went  into  a  fyeld, 

And  his  to  brethren  with  him, 
There  they  set  vp  to  hasell  roddes, 

Twenty  score  paces  betwene. 

"  I  hold  him  an  archar,"  said  Cloudesle,          205 
"  That  yonder  wande  cleveth  in  two :  " 

"  Here  is  none  suche,"  sayd  the  kyng, 
"  Nor  none  that  can  so  do." 

"  I  shall  assaye,  syr,"  sayd  Cloudesle, 

"  Or  that  I  farther  go :  "  210 

Cloudesle,  with  a  bearyng  arow, 
Clave  the  wand  in  to. 

"  Thou    art  the  best   archer,"    then    said    the 
king, 

"  Forsothe  that  ever  I  se : " 
"  And  yet  for  your  love,"  said  Wylliam,         yis 

"  I  wyll  do  more  maystry. 

"  I  have  a  sonne  is  seven  yere  olde, 
He  is  to  me  full  deare  ; 

197.  At  what  a  butte  now,  wold  ye  shot.    PERCY. 


156     ADAM   BEL,    CLYM    OF   THE    CLOUGHE, 

I  wyll  hym  tye  to  a  stake, 
All  shall  se  that  be  here  ; 

"  And  lay  an  apele  upon  hys  head, 
And  go  syxe  score  paces  hym  fro, 

And  I  myselfe,  with  a  brode  arow, 
Shall  cleve  the  apple  in  two. 


, 

" 


"  Now  haste  the,"  then  sayd  the  kyng,  225 

"  By  him  that  dyed  on  a  tre  ; 
But  yf  thou*  do  not  as  thou  hast  sayde, 

Hanged  shalt  thou  be. 

"  And  thou  touche  his  head  or  gowne, 

In  syght  that  men  may  se,  291 

By  all  the  sayntes  that  be  in  heaven, 
I  shall  hange  you  all  thre." 

"  That  I  have  promised,"  said  William, 

"  I  wyl  it  never  forsake  ;  " 
And  there  even  before  the  kynge,  *w 

In  the  earth  he  droue  a  stake, 

And  bound  therto  his  eldest  sonne, 

And  bad  hym  stande  styll  therat, 
And  turned  the  childes  face  fro  him, 

Because  he  shuld  not  sterte.    ,  240 

An  apple  upon  his  head  he  set, 
And  then  his  bowe  he  bent  ; 
227,  best. 


AND    WTLLYAM    OF    CLOUDESLE.  157 

Syxe  score  paces  they  were  out  met, 
And  thether  Cloudesle  went. 

There  he  drew  out  a  fayr  brode  arrowe,          245 

Hys  bowe  was  great  and  longe, 
He  set  that  arrowe  in  his  bowe, 

That  was  both  styffe  and  stronge. 

He  prayed  the  people  that  was  there, 

That  they  would  styll  stande,  2~o 

"  For  he  that  shooteth  for  such  a  wager, 
Behoveth  a  stedfast  hand." 

Muche  people  prayed  for  Cloudesle, 

That  hys  lyfe  saved  myght  be, 
And  whan  he  made  hym  redy  to  shote,  255 

There  was  many  a  weping  eye. 

Thus  Cloudesle  clefte  the  apple  in  two, 

That  many  a  man  myght  se  ; 
"  Over  gods  forbode,"  sayde  the  kynge, 

"  That  thou  shote  at  me  !  ceo 

"  I  geve  the  xviii.  pence  a  day, 

And  my  bowe  shalt  thou  beare, 
And  over  all  the  north  countre, 

I  make  the  chyfe  rydere." 

217-258.    For  remarks   upon  this  passage  in  the  story, 
see  the  preface  to  the  ballad. 
258.  His  son  he  did  not  nee.    PERCY. 


158   ADAM  BEL,  CLYM  OF  THE  CLOUGHE,  ETC. 

"  And  I  geve  the  xvii.  pence  a  day,"  said  the 
quene,  aes 

"  By  god  and  by  my  fay  ; 
Come  feche  thy  payment  when  thou  wylt, 

No  man  shall  say  the  nay. 

"  Wyllyam,  I  make  the  a  gentelman, 

Of  clothyng  and  of  fe,  270 

And  thi  two  brethren  yemen  of  my  chambre, 
For  they  are  so  semely  to  se.       : 

"  Your  sonne,  for  he  is  tehdre  of  age, 

Of  my  wyne-seller  shall  he  be, 
And  whan  he  commeth  to  mannes  estate,       275 

Better  avaunced  shall  he  be. 

"  And,  Wylliam,  bring   me    your  wife,"    said 
the  quene, 

Me  longeth  her  sore  to  se ; 
She  shal  be  my  chefe  gentelwoman, 

To  governe  my  nursery."  280 

The  yemen  thanketh  them  full  curteously, 
And  sayde,  "  To  some  bysshop  wyl  we  wend. 

Of  all  the  synnes  that  we  have  done 
To  be  assoyld  at  his  hand." 

So  forth  be  gone  these  good  yemen,  28,5 

As  fast  as  they  myght  hye, 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    GUT    OF    GISBORNE.  159 

And  after  came  and  dwelled  with  the  kynge, 
And  dyed  good  men  all  thre. 

Thus  endeth  the  lives  of  these  good  yemen, 
God  send  them  eternall  blysse,  ax 

And  all  that  with  hande  bowe  shoteth, 
That  of  heaven  may  never  mysse ! 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  GUY  OF  GISBORNE. 

THIS  ballad  was  derived  from  the  Percy  Manuscript, 
and  is  printed  in  the  Reliques,  i.  84  (ed.  1794),  with 
some  alterations  by  the  Editor. 

"  As  for  Guy  of  Gisborne,"  says  Ritson,  "  the  only 
further  memorial  which  has  occurred  concerning  him 
is  in  an  old  satirical  piece  by  William  Dunbar,  a  cele 
brated  Scottish  poet  of  the  fifteenth  century,  on  one 
"  Sohir  Thomas  Nory,"  (MS.  Maitland,  p.  3,  MMS. 
More,  LI.  5,  10,)  where  he  is  named  along  with  our 
hero,  Adam  Bell,  and  other  worthies,  it  is  conjectured 
of  a  similar  stamp,  but  whose  merits  have  not,  less 
fortunately,  come  to  the  knowledge  of  posterity. 

"  Was  nevir  WEILD  ROBEINE  under  bewch, 
Nor  yitt  Koger  of  Clekkinslewch, 

So  bauld  a  bairne  as  he ; 
GY  OF  GYSBURNE,  na  Allane  Bell, 
Na  Simones  sones  of  Quhynsell, 

Off  thocht  war  nevir  so  slie." 

"  Gisborne  is  a  market  town  in  the  west  riding  of 
the  county  of  York,  on  the  borders  of  Lancashire." 


160    ROBIN    HOOD    AND    GUT    OF    GISBORNE. 

WHEN  shaws  beene  sheene,  and  shradds  full 
fayre, 

And  leaves  both  large  and  longe, 
Itt  is  merrye  walkyng  in  the  fayre  forrest, 

To  heare  the  small  birdes  songe. 

The  woodweele  sang,  and  wold  not  cease,         5 

Sitting  upon  the  spraye, 
Soe  lowde,  he  wakened  Robin  Hood, 

In  the  greenwood  where  he  lay. 

"  Now,  by  my  faye,"  sayd  jollye  Robin, 

"  A  sweaven  I  had  this  night ;  10 

I  dreamt  me  of  tow  wight  yemen, 
That  fast  with  me  can  fight. 

"  Methought  they  did  mee  beate  and  binde, 

And  tooke  my  bowe  mee  froe ; 
Iff  I  be  Robin  alive  in  this  lande,  is 

He  be  wroken  on  them  towe." 

"  Sweavens  are  swift,  master,"  quoth  John, 
"  As  the  wind  that  blowes  ore  a  hill ; 

For  iff  itt  be  never  so  loude  this  night, 

To-morrow  itt  may  be  still."  20 

"  Buske  yee,  bowne  yee,  my  merry  men  all, 

And  John  shall  goe  with  mee, 
For  lie  goe  seeke  yond  wight  yeomen, 

In  greenwood  where  they  bee." 

MS.  1,  shales,  for  shaws.     11,  wighty.    24,  the. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    GUY    OF    GISBORNE.    161 

Then  they  cast  on  their  gownes  of  grene,         25 
And  tooke  theyr  bowes  each  one  ; 

And  they  away  to  the  greene  forrest 
A  shooting  forth  are  gone  ; 

Until  they  came  to  the  merry  greenwood, 
Where  they  had  gladdest  bee  ;  so 

There  were  they  ware  of  a  wight  yeoman, 
His  body  leaned  to  a  tree. 

A  sword  and  a  dagger  he  wore  by  his  side, 

Of  manye  a  man  the  bane  ; 
And  he  was  clad  in  his  capull  hyde,  35 

Topp  and  tayll  and  mayne. 

"  Stand  you  still,  master,"  quoth  ,Litle  John, 

"  Under  this  tree  so  grene, 
And  I  will  go  to  yond  wight  yeoman, 

To  know  what  he  doth  meane."  <o 

"  Ah !  John,  by  me  thou  settest  noe  store, 

And  that  I  farley  finde : 
How  offt  send  I  my  men  beffore, 

And  tarry  my  selfe  behinde  ? 

"  It  is  no  cunning  a  knave  to  ken,  *• 

And  a  man  but  heare  him  speake ; 

And  itt  were  not  for  bursting  of  my  bowe, 
John,  I  thy  head  wold  breake." 

27,  31,  the. 
VOL.  V.  11 


162    ROBIN   HOOD    AND    GUY    OF    GISBORNE. 

As  often  wordes  they  breeden  bale, 
So  they  parted  Robin  and  John  ; 

And  John  is  gone  to  Barnesdale  ; 
The  gates  he  knoweth  eche  one. 

But  when  he  came  to  Barnesdale, 
Great  heavinesse  there  hee  hadd, 

For  he  found  tow  of  his  owne  fellowes, 
Were  slaine  both  in  a  slade. 

And  Scarlette  he  was  flying  a-foote 

Fast  over  stocke  and  stone, 
For  the  sheriffe  with  seven  score  men 

Fast  after  him  is  gone. 

"  One  shoote  now  I  will  shoote,"  quoth  John, 
"  With  Christ  his  might  and  mayne  ; 

He  make  yond  fellow  that  flyes  soe  fast, 
To  stopp  he  shall  be  fayne." 

Then  John  bent  up  his  long  bende-bowe, 

And  fetteled  him  to  shoote  : 
The  bowe  was  made  of  tender  boughe, 

And  fell  downe  to  his  foote. 

"  Woe  worth,  woe  worth  thee,  wicked  wood, 

That  ere  thou  grew  on  a  tree ! 
For  now  this  day  thou  art  my  bale, 

My  boote  when  thou  shold  bee." 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    GUY    OF    GISBORNE.    163 

His  shoote  it  was  but  loosely  shott, 
Yet  flewe  not  the  arrowe  in  vaine, 

For  itt  mett  one  of  the  sheriffes  men,  75 

Good  William  a  Trent  was  slaine. 

It  had  bene  better  of  William  a  Trent 
To  have  bene  abed  with  sorrowe, 

Than  to  be  that  day  in  the  greenwood  slade 
To  meet  with  Little  Johns  arrowe.  so 

But  as  it  is  said,  when  men  be  mett 

Fyve  can  doe  more  than  three, 
The  sheriffe  hath  taken  Little  John, 

And  bound  him  fast  to  a  tree. 

"  Thou  shalt  be  drawen  by  dale  and  downe,  as 
And  hanged  hye  on  a  hill ; "  [John, 

"  But  thou  mayst  fayle  of  thy  purpose,"  quoth 
"  If  itt  be  Christ  his  will." 

Lett  us  leave  talking  of  Little  John, 

And  thinke  of  Robin  Hood,  so 

How  he  is  gone  to  the  wight  yeoman, 
Where  under  the  leaves  he  stood. 

"  Good  morrowe,  good  fellowe,"  sayd  Robin  so 
fayre, 

"  Good  morrowe,  good  fellow,  quoth  he : 
Methinkes  by  thisbowe  thou  beares  in  thy  hande, 

A  good  archere  thou  sholdst  bee."  96 


164    ROBIN    HOOD    AND    GUY    OF    GISBORNE. 

"  I  am  wilfulle  of  my  waye,"  quo'  the  yeman, 

"  And  of  my  morning  tyde  : " 
"  He  lead  thee  through  the  wood,"  sayd  Robin, 

"  Good,  fellow,  He  be  thy  guide."  100 

"  I  seeke  an  outlawe,"  the  straunger  sayd, 

"  Men  call  him  Robin  Hood  : 
Rather  lid  meet  with  that  proud  outlawe 

Than  fortye  pound  soe  good." 

"  Now  come  with  me,  thou  wight  yeman,        ire 
And  Robin  thou  soone  shalt  see ; 

But  first  let  us  some  pastime  find 
Under  the  greenwood  tree. 

"  First  let  us  some  masterye  make 

Among  the  woods  so  even  j  no 

"We  may  chance  to  meet  with  Robin  Hood 

Here  att  some  unsett  steven." 

They  cutt  them  downe  two  summer  shroggs, 

That  grew  both  under  a  breere, 
And  sett  them  threescore  rood  in  twaine,         us 

To  shoote  the  prickes  y-fere. 

"  Leade  on,  good  fellowe,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  Leade  on,  I  do  bidd  thee  ;  " 
"  Nay,  by  my  faith,  good  fellowe,"  hee  sayd, 

"  My  leader  thou  shalt  bee."  i» 

105,  wighty. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    GUY    OF    GISBORNE.    165 

The  first  time  Robin  shot  at  the  pricke, 

He  mist  but  an  inch  it  fro  ; 
The  yeoman  was  an  archer  good, 

But  he  cold  never  shoote  soe. 

The  second  shoote  had  the  wighte  yeman,       125 

He  shote  within  the  garlande ; 
But  Robin  he  shott  far  better  than  hee, 

For  he  clave  the  good  pricke-wande. 

"  A  blessing  upon  thy  heart,"  he  sayd, 

"  Good  fellowe,  thy  shooting  is  goode ;         130 

For  an  thy  hart  be  as  good  as  thy  hand, 
Thou  wert  better  then  Robin  Hoode. 

"  Now  tell  me  thy  name,  good  fellowe,"  sayd  he, 

"  Under  the  leaves  of  lyne  ;  " 
<k  Nay,  by  my  faith,"  quoth  bolde  Robin,          135 

"  Till  thou  have  told  me  thine." 

"  I  dwell  by  dale  and  downe,"  quoth  hee, 
"  And  Robin  to  take  Ime  sworne ; 

And  when  I  am  called  by  my  right  name, 
I  am  Guye  of  good  Gisbdrne."  no 

"  My  dwelling  is  in  this  wood,"  sayes  Robin, 

"  By  thee  I  set  right  nought : 
I  am  Robin  Hood  of  Barnesdale, 

Whom  thou  so  long  hast  sought." 
125,  wightye. 


166    ROBIN    HOOD    AND    GUT    OF    GISBORNE. 

He  that  had  nether  beene  kithe  nor  kin          145 
Might  have  scene  a  full  fayre  fight, 

To  see  how  together  these  yeomen  went 
With  blades  both  browne  and  bright : 

To  see  how  these  yeomen  together  they  fought 
Two  howres  of  a  summers  day,  iw 

Yett  neither  Robin  Hood  nor  sir  Guy 
Them  fettled  to  flye  away. 

Robin  was  reachles  on  a  roote, 

And  stumbled  at  that  tyde  ; 
And  Guy  was  quicke  and  nimble  withall,       155 

And  hitt  him  ore  the  left  side. 

"Ah,  deere  Ladye,"  sayd  Robin  Hood  tho, 
"  Thou  art  both  mother  and  may  ; 

I  think  it  was  never  mans  destinye 

To  dye  before  his  day."  iw 

Robin  thought  on  our  ladye  deere, 

And  soone  leapt  up  againe, 
And  strait  he  came  with  an  awkwarde  stroke, 

And  he  sir  Guy  hath  slayne. 

He  took  sir  Guys  head  by  the  hayre,  iss 

And  sticked  itt  on  his  bowes  end  : 

"  Thou  hast  beene  a  traytor  all  thy  liffe, 
Which  thing  must  have  an  end." 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    GUT    OF    GISBORNE.    167 

Robin  pulled  forth  an  Irish  kniffe, 

And  nicked  sir  Guy  in  the  face,  iro 

That  he  was  never  on  woman  born 

Cold  tell  whose  head  it  was. 

Saves,  "  Lye  there,  lye  there  now,  sir  Guye, 

And  with  me  be  not  wrothe ; 
Iff  thou  have  had  the  worse  strokes  at  my  hand, 

Thou  shalt  have  the  better  clothe."  m 

Robin  did  off  his  gowne  of  greene, 

And  on  sir  Guy  did  it  throwe, 
And  hee  put  on  that  capull  hyde, 

That  cladd  him  topp  to  toe.  iso 

"  The  bowe,  the  arrowes,  and  litle  home, 

Now  with  me  I  will  beare  ; 
For  I  will  away  to  Barnesdale, 

To  see  how  my  men  doe  fare." 

Robin  Hood  sett  Guyes  home  to  his  mouth,  iss 

And  a  loud  blast  in  it  did  blow : 
That  beheard  the  sheriffs  of  Nottingham, 

As  he  leaned  under  a  lowe. 

"  Hearken,  hearken,"  sayd  the  sheriffe, 

"  I  heare  nowe  tydings  good,  i» 

For  yonder  I  heare  sir  Guyes  home  blowe, 
And  he  hath  slaine  Robin  Hoode. 


168    ROBIN   HOOD    AND    GUY    OF    GISBORNE. 

"  Yonder  I  heare  sir  Guyes  home  blowe, 

Itt  blowes  soe  well  in  tyde, 
And  yonder  comes  that  wight  yeoman,  195 

Cladd  in  his  capull  hyde. 

"  Come  hyther,  come  hyther,  thou  good  sir  Guy, 

Aske  what  thou  wilt  of  mee  :  " 
"  O  I  will  none  of  thy  gold,"  sayd  Robin, 

"  Nor  I  will  none  of  thy  fee.  200 

"  But  now  I  have  slaine  the  master,"  he  sayes, 

"  Let  me  goe  strike  the  knave ; 
This  is  all  the  rewarde  I  aske, 

Nor  noe  other  will  I  have." 

"  Thou  art  a  madman,"  said  the  sheriffe,          ans 
"  Thou  sholdest  have  had  a  knights  fee ; 

But  seeing  thy  asking  hath  beene  soe  bad, 
Well  granted  it  shale  be." 

When  Litle  John  heard  his  master  speake, 
Well  knewe  he  it  was  his  steven  ;  210 

"  Now  shall  I  be  looset,"  quoth  Litle  John, 
"With  Christ  his  might  in  heaven." 

Fast  Robin  hee  hyed  him  to  Little  John, 

He  thought  to  loose  him  belive  : 
The  sheriffe  and  all  his  companye  215 

Fast  after  him  did  drive. 

195,  wightye. 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    GUY    OF    GISBORNE.      169 

"  Stand  abacke,  stand  abacke,"  sayd  Robin, 

"  Why  draw  you  mee  soe  neere  ? 
It  was  never  the  use  in  our  country  e, 

Ones  shrift  another  shold  heere."  220 

But  Robin  pulled  forth  an  Irysh  knife, 

And  losed  John  hand  and  foote, 
And  gave  him  sir  Guyes  bow  into  his  hand, 

And  bade  it  be  his  boote. 

Then  John  he  took  Guyes  bow  in  his  hand,  223 
His  boltes  and  arrowes  eche  one  : 

When  the  sheriffe  saw  Little  John  bend  his  bow, 
He  fettled  him  to  be  gone. 

Towards  his  house  in  Nottingham  towne 

He  fled  full  fast  away,  230 

And  soe  did  all  the  companye, 
Not  one  behind  wold  stay. 

But  he  cold  neither  runne  soe  fast, 

Nor  away  soe  fast  cold  ryde, 
But  Litle  John  with  an  arrowe  soe  broad         '.ss 

He  shott  him  into  the  backe-syde. 


170  THE    BIRTH    OF    ROBIN    HOOD. 


THE  BIRTH   OF  ROBIN  HOOD. 

"  THE  following  ballad  was  taken  down  by  the  Ed 
itor  from  the  recitation  of  Mrs.  Brown,  and  is  here 
given  without  the  alteration  of  a  single  word." — Jamie- 
son,  Popular  Ballads,  ii.  44. 

Another  version  of  the  same  is  printed  in  the  Ap 
pendix  from  Buchan's  collections. 

O  WILLIE'S  large  o'  limb  and  lith, 

And  come  o'  high  degree  ; 
And  he  is  gone  to  Earl  Richard 

To  serve  for  meat  and  fee. 

Earl  Richard  had  but  ae  daughter,  « 

Fair  as  a  lily  flower  ; 
And  they  made  up  their  love-contract 

Like  proper  paramour. 

It  fell  upon  a  simmers  nicht, 

Whan  the  leaves  were  fair  and  green,  10 

That  Willie  met  his  gay  ladie 

Intil  the  wood  alane. 

"  O  narrow  is  my  gown,  Willie, 

That  wont  to  be  sae  wide  ; 
And  gane  is  a'  my  fair  colour,  is 

That  wont  to  be  my  pride. 


THE    BIRTH    OF   ROBIN   HOOD.  171 

"  But  gin  my  father  should  get  word 

What's  past  between  us  twa, 
Before  that  he  should  eat  or  drink, 

He'd  hang  you  o'er  that  wa.  30 

"  But  ye'le  come  to  my  bower,  Willie, 

Just  as  the  sun  goes  down ; 
And  kep  me  in  your  arms  twa, 

And  latna  me  fa'  down." 

O  whan  the  sun  was  now  gane  down,  25 

He's  doen  him  till  her  bower ; 
And  there,  by  the  lee  licht  o'  the  moon, 

Her  window  she  lookit  o'er. 

Intill  a  robe  o'  red  scarlet 

She  lap,  fearless  o'  harm ;  30 

And  Willie  was  large  o'  lith  and  limb, 

And  keepit  her  in  his  arm. 

And  they've  gane  to  the  gude  green-wood, 

And  ere  the  night  was  deen, 
She's  borne  to  him  a  bonny  young  son,  35 

Amang  the  leaves  sae  green. 

Whan  night  was  gane,  and  day  was  come, 

And  the  sun  began  to  peep, 
Up  and  raise  the  Earl  Richard 

Out  o'  his  drowsy  sleep.  *> 


172  THE   BIRTH    OF   ROBIN   HOOD. 

He's  ca'd  upon  his  merry  young  men, 
By  ane,  by  twa,  and  by  three, 

"  O  what's  come  o'  my  daughter  dear, 
That  she's  nae  come  to  me  ? 

"  I  dreamt  a  dreary  dream  last  night, 

God  grant  it  come  to  gude ! 
I  dreamt  I  saw  my  daughter  dear 

Drown  in  the  saut  sea  flood. 

"  But  gin  my  daughter  be  dead  or  sick, 

Or  yet  be  stown  awa, 
I  mak  a  vow,  and  I'll  keep  it  true, 

I'll  hang  ye  ane  and  a !  " 

They  sought  her  back,  they  sought  her  fore, 
They  sought  her  up  and  down  ; 

They  got  her  in  the  gude  green  wood, 
Nursing  her  bonny  young  son. 

He  took  the  bonny  boy  in  his  arms, 

And  kist  him  tenderlie  ; 
Says,  "  Though  I  would  your  father  hang. 

Your  mother's  dear  to  me." 

He  kist  him  o'er  and  o'er  again  ; 

"  My  grandson  I  thee  claim  ; 
And  Robin  Hood  in  gude  green  wood, 

And  that  shall  be  your  name." 


ROSE    THE    RED,   AND    WHITE    LILLY.       173 

And  mony  ane  sings  o'  grass,  o'  grass,  65 

And  mony  ane  sings  o'  corn  ; 
And  mony  ane  sings  o'  Robin  Hood, 

Kens  little  whare  he  was  born. 

It  was  na  in  the  ha',  the  ha', 

Nor  in  the  painted  bower ;  70 

But  it  was  in  the  gude  green  wood, 

Amang  the  lily  flower. 


ROSE  THE  RED,  AND  WHITE  LILLY. 

Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border,  iii.  208. 

THIS  legend  and  the  preceding  are  placed  in  this 
volume  solely  on  account  of  the  names  given  to  the 
personages  who  figure  in  them.  In  character  they 
have  no  affinity  with  the  recognized  circle  of  Robin 
Hood  ballads.  The  story  is  of  a  more  ancient  cast, 
and  also  of  a  type  common  to  the  northern  nations, 
and  we  have  no  doubt  that  Robin  Hood  and  Little 
John  were  in  the  day  of  their  popularity  made  to  dis 
place  heroes  of  immemorial  prescription,  in  order  to 
give  eclat  to  an  old  tale. 

Of  Rose  the  Red,  and  White  Lilly,  three  versions 
have  been  published.  The  present  is  that  of  Scott, 
given  "  chiefly  "  from  Mrs.  Brown's  manuscript.  Kin- 
loch's  is  subjoined,  and  another,  furnished  by  Buchan, 
is  printed  in  the  Appendix. 


174      ROSE    THE    RED,    AND    WHITE    LILLY. 

O  ROSE  the  Red,  and  White  Lilly, 

Their  mother  deir  was  dead ; 
And  their  father  has  married  an  ill  woman, 

Wish'd  them  twa  little  guid. 

But  she  had  twa  as  gallant  sons  « 

As  ever  brake  mans  bread ; 
And  the  tane  o'  them  lo'ed  her,  White  Lilly, 

And  the  tother  Rose  the  Red. 

O  bigged  hae  they  a  bigly  bour, 

Fast  by  the  roaring  strand  ;  10 

And  there  was  mair  mirth  in  the  ladyes  bour, 

Nor  in  a'  their  fathers  land. 

But  out  and  spak  their  step-mother, 

As  she  stood  a  little  forebye — 
"  T  hope  to  live  and  play  the  prank  ,i« 

Sail  gar  your  loud  sang  lie." 

She's  call'd  upon  her  eldest  son, 

"  Cum  here,  my  son,  to  me : 
It  fears  me  sair,  my  Bauld  Arthur, 

That  ye  maim  sail  the  sea."  ao 

"  Gin  sae  it  maun  be,  my  deir  mother, 

Your  bidding  I  maun  dee ; 
But,  be  never  waur  to  Rose  the  Red, 

Than  ye  hae  been  to  me." 


ROSE    THE    RED,    AND    WHITE    LILLY.       175 

She's  called  upon  her  youngest  son,  25 

"  Cum  here,  my  son,  to  me : 
It  fears  me  sair,  my  Brown  Robin, 

That  ye  maun  sail  the  sea." 

"  Gin  it  fear  ye  sair,  my  mother  deir, 

Your  bidding  I  shall  dee  ;  » 

But,  be  never  waur  to  White  Lilly, 
Than  ye  hae  been  to  me." 

"  Now  haud  your  tongues,  ye  foolish  boys, 

For  small  sail  be  their  part : 
They  ne'er  again  sail  see  your  face,  ss 

Gin  their  very  hearts  suld  break." 

Sae  Bauld  Arthur's  gane  to  our  king's  court, 

His  hie  chamberlain  to  be  ; 
But  Brown  Robin,  he  has  slain  a  knight, 

And  to  grene-woode  he  did  flee.  40 

When  Rose  the  Red,  and  White  Lilly, 

Saw  their  twa  loves  were  gane, 
Sune  did  they  drop  the  loud  loud  sang, 

Took  up  the  still  mourning. 

And  out  then  spake  her  White  Lilly ;  « 

"  My  sister,  we'll  be  gane  : 
Why  suld  we  stay  in  Barnisdale, 

To  mourn  our  bour  within  ?  " 


176      ROSE    THE    RED,    AND    WHITE    LILLY. 

O  cutted  hae  they  their  green  cloathing, 

A  little  abune  their  knee, 
And  sae  hae  they  their  yellow  hair, 

A  little  abune  their  bree. 

And  left  hae  they  that  bonny  bour, 

To  cross  the  raging  sea ; 
And  they  hae  ta'en  to  a  holy  chapel, 

Was  christened  by  Our  Ladye. 

And  they  hae  changed  their  tvva  names, 

Sae  far  frae  ony  toun  ; 
And  the  tane  o'  them's  hight  Sweet  Willie, 

And  the  tother's  Rouge  the  Rounde. 

Between  the  twa  a  promise  is, 
And  they  hae  sworn  it  to  fulfil ; 

Whenever  the  tane  blew  a  bugle-horn, 
The  tother  suld  cum  her  till. 

Sweet  Willie's  gane  to  the  kings  court, 

Her  true  love  for  to  see  ; 
And  Rouge  the  Rounde  to  gude  grene-wood, 

Brown  Robin's  man  to  be. 

O  it  fell  anes,  upon  a  time, 

They  putted  at  the  stane ; 
And  seven  foot  ay  out  them  a', 

Brown  Robin's  gar'd  it  gang. 


ROSE    THE   RED,   AND    WHITE    LILLY.       177 

She  lifted  the  heavy  putting-stane, 

And  gave  a  sad  "  Ohon  ! " 
Then  out  bespake  him,  Brown  Robin,  7s 

"But  that's  a  woman's  moan  ! " 

"  O  kent  ye  by  my  rosy  lips  ? 

Or  by  my  yellow  hair  ? 
Or  kent  ye  by  my  milk-white  breast, 

Ye  never  yet  saw  bare  ?  "  so 

"  I  kent  na  by  your  rosy  lips ; 

Nor  by  your  yellow  hair ; 
But,  cum  to  your  bour  whaever  likes, 

They'll  find  a  ladye  there." 

"  0  gin  ye  come  my  bour  within,  as 

Through  fraud,  deceit,  or  guile, 
Wi'  this  same  brand,  that's  in  my  hand, 

I  vow  I  will  thee  kill." 

"  Yet  durst  I  cum  into  your  bour, 

And  ask  nae  leave,"  quo'  he ;  90 

"  And  wi'  this  same  brand,  that's  in  my  hand, 

Wave  danger  back  on  thee." 

About  the  dead  hour  o'  the  night, 

The  ladye's  bour  was  broken  ; 
And,  about  the  first  hour  o'  the  day,  as 

The  fair  knave  bairn  was  gotten. 
VOL.  v.  12 


178      ROSE   THE   RED,   AND    WHITE    LILLY. 

"When  days  were  gane,  and  months  were  come, 

The  ladye  was  sad  and  wan  ; 
And  aye  she  cried  for  a  bour  woman, 

For  to  wait  her  upon.  100 

Then  up  and  spake  him,  Brown  Robin, 
"And  what  needs  this  ?  "  quo'  he  ; 

"  Or  what  can  woman  do  for  you, 
That  canna  be  done  by  me  ?  " 

"  'Twas  never  my  mothers  fashion,"  she  said,  ios 

"  Nor  shall  it  e'er  be  mine, 
That  belted  knights  should  e're  remain 

While  ladyes  dree'd  their  pain. 

"  But  gin  ye  take  that  bugle-horn, 

And  wind  a  blast  sae  shrill,  no 

I  hae  a  brother  in  yonder  court, 

Will  come  me  quickly  till." 

"  O  gin  ye  hae  a  brother  on  earth, 

That  ye  lo'e  mair  than  me, 
Ye  may  blow  the  horn  yoursell,"  he  says,       m 

"  For  a  blast  I  winna  gie." 

She's  ta'en  the  bugle  in  her  hand, 
And  blawn  baith  loud  and  shrill ; 

Sweet  William  started  at  the  sound, 

And  came  her  quickly  till.  120 


ROSE    THE    RED,   AND    WHITE    LILLY.       179 

O  up  and  starts  him,  Brown  Robin, 

And  swore  by  Our  Ladye, 
"  No  man  shall  come  into  this  bour, 

But  first  maun  fight  wi'  me." 

O  they  hae  fought  the  wood  within,  125 

Till  the  sun  was  going  down  ; 
And  drops  o'  blood  frae  Rose  the  Red 

Came  pouring  to  the  ground. 

She  leant  her  back  against  an  aik, 

Said,  "  Robin,  let  me  be  ;  i» 

For  it  is  a  ladye,  bred  and  born, 

That  has  fought  this  day  wi'  thee." 

O  seven  foot  he  started  back, 

Cried,  "Alas  and  woe  is  me ! 
For  I  wished  never,  in  all  my  life,  IM 

A  woman's  bluid  to  see : 

"And  that  all  for  the  knightly  vow 

I  swore  to  Our  Ladye  ; 
But  mair  for  the  sake  o'  ae  fair  maid, 

Whose  name  was  White  Lilly."  no 

Then  out  and  spake  her  Rouge  the  Rounde, 

And  leugh  right  hertilie, 
"  She  has  been  wi'  ye  this  year  and  mair, 

Though  ye  wistna  it  was  she." 


180      ROSE    THE    RED,   AND    WHITE    LILLY. 

Now  word  is  gane  through  all  the  land,          145 

Before  a  month  was  gane, 
That  a  foresters  page,  in  gude  grene-wood, 

Had  born  a  bonny  son. 

Tbe  marvel  gaed  to  the  kings  court, 

And  to  the  king  himsell ;  i#> 

"  Now,  by  my  fae,"  the  king  did  say, 
"  The  like  was  never  heard  tell ! " 

Then  out  and  spake  him  Bauld  Arthur, 
And  laugh'd  right  loud  and  hie — 

"  I  trow  some  may  has  plaid  the  lown,  IK 

And  fled  her  ain  countrie." 

"  Bring  me  my  steid,"  the  King  can  say, 

"  My  bow  and  arrows  keen  ; 
And  I'll  gae  hunt  in  yonder  wood, 

And  see  what's  to  be  seen,"  ieo 

"  Gin  it  please  your  grace,"  quo'  Bauld  Arthur, 

"  My  liege,  III  gang  you  wi', 
And  see  gin  I  can  meet  a  bonny  page, 

That's  stray'd  awa  frae  me." 

And  they  hae  chased  in  gude  green-wood,      iss 

The  buck  but  and  the  rae, 
Till  they  drew  near  Brown  Robin's  hour, 

About  the  close  o'  day. 


ROSE    THE    RED,    AND    WHITE    LILLY.      181 

Then  out  an'  spake  the  king  himsell, 

Says,  "Arthur,  look  and  see,  no 

Gin  yon  be  not  your  favourite  page, 
That  leans  against  yon  tree." 

0  Arthur's  ta'en  a  bugle-horn, 
And  blawn  a  blast  sae  shrill ; 

Sweet  Willie  started  to  her  feet,  w 

And  ran  him  quickly  till. 

"  O  wanted  ye  your  meat,  Willie, 

Or  wanted  ye  your  fee  ? 
Or  gat  ye  e'er  an  angry  word, 

That  ye  ran  awa  frae  me  ?  "  iso 

"  I  wanted  nought,  my  master  dear  ; 
To  me  ye  aye  was  good : 

1  cam  to  see  my  ae  brother, 
That  wons  in  this  grene-wood." 

Then  out  bespake  the  King  again, —  iss 

"  My  boy,  now  tell  to  me, 
Who  dwells  into  yon  bigly  bour, 

Beneath  yon  green  aik  tree  ?  " 

"  O  pardon  me,"  said  sweet  Willy, 

"  My  liege,  I  darena  tell ;  190 

And  gangna  near  yon  outlaw's  bour, 

For  fear  they  suld  you  kill." 


182      ROSE    THE    RED,   AND    WHITE    LILLY. 

"  0  baud  your  tongue,  my  bonny  boy, 

For  I  winna  be  said  nay ; 
But  I  will  gang  yon  bour  within,  195 

Betide  me  weal  or  wae." 

They  have  lighted  frae  their  milk-white  steids, 

And  saftlie  entered  in  ; 
And  there  they  saw  her,  White  Lilly, 

Nursing  her  bonny  young  son.  200 

"  Now,  by  the  mass,"  the  King  he  said, 

"  This  is  a  comely  sight ; 
I  trow,  instead  of  a  forester's  man, 

This  is  a  ladye  bright !  " 

O  out  and  spake  her,  Rose  the  Red,  205 

And  fell  low  on  her  knee  : — 
"  0  pardon  us,  my  gracious  liege, 

And  our  story  I'll  tell  thee. 

"  Our  father  is  a  wealthy  lord, 

Lives  into  Barnisdale ;  210 

But  we  had  a  wicked  step-mother, 

That  wrought  us  meikle  bale. 

"  Yet  had  she  twa  as  fu'  fair  sons 

As  e'er  the  sun  did  see  ; 
And  the  tane  o'  them  lo'ed  my  sister  deir,       215 

And  the  tother  said  he  lo'ed  me." 


HOSE    THE    RED,   AND    WHITE    LILLY.       183 

Then  out  and  cried  him  Bauld  Arthur, 

As  by  the  King  he  stood, — 
"  Now,  by  the  faith  of  my  body, 

This  suld  be  Rose  the  Red  ! "  220 

The  king  has  sent  for  robes  o'  green, 

And  girdles  oj  shining  gold  ; 
And  sae  sune  have  the  ladyes  busked   them 
selves, 

Sae  glorious  to  behold. 

Then  in  and  came  him,  Brown  Robin,  225 

Fra  hunting  o'  the  King's  deer, 
But  when  he  saw  the  King  himsell, 

He  started  back  for  fear. 

The  King  has  ta'en  Robin  by  the  hand, 

And  bade  him  nothing  dread,  230 

But  quit  for  aye  the  gude  grene-wood, 
And  come  to  the  court  wi'  speed. 

The  King  has  ta'en  White  Lill/s  son, 

And  set  him  on  his  knee  ; 
Says,  "  Gin  ye  live  to  wield  a  brand,  235 

My  bowman  thou  sail  be." 

Then  they  have  ta'en  them  to  the  holy  chapelle, 

And  there  had  fair  wedding  ; 
And  when  they  cam  to  the  King's  court, 

For  joy  the  bells  did  ring.  aio 


184  THE    WEDDING    OP 


THE  WEDDING  OF  ROBIN  HOOD  AND 
LITTLE  JOHN. 

From  Kinloch's  Ancient  Scottish  Ballads,  p.  69. 

THE  King  has  wedded  an  ill  woman, 

Into  some  foreign  land  ; 
His  daughters  twa,  that  stood  in  awe, 

They  bravely  sat  and  sang. 

Then  in  be-came  their  step-mother, 

Sae  stately  step  pin'  ben  ; 
"  O  gin  I  live  and  bruik  my  life, 

I'll  gar  ye  change  your  tune." 

"  O  we  sang  ne'er  that  sang,  ladie, 

But  we  will  sing  again  ; 
And  ye  ne'er  boor  that  son,  ladie, 

We  wad  lay  .our  love  on. 

"  But  we  will  cow  our  yellow  locks, 

A  little  abune  our  bree ; 
And  we  will  on  to  gude  green-wud, 

And  serve  for  meat  and  fee. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    LITTLE   JOHN.  185 

"  And  we  will  kilt  our  gay  claithing 

A  little  below  the  knee ; 
And  we  will  on  the  glide  green-wud, 

Gif  Robin  Hood  we  see.  20 

"  And  we  will  change  our  ain  twa  names, 

When  we  gae  frae  the  toun, — 
The  tane  we  will  call  Nicholas, 

The  tither  Rogee  Roun." 

Then  they  hae  cow'd  their  yellow  locks,       25 

A  little  abune  their  bree  ; 
And  they  are  on  to  gude  green-wud 

To  serve  for  meat  and  fee. 

And  they  hae  kilt  their  gay  claithing 

A  little  below  their  knee,  so 

And  they  are  on  to  gud  green-wud, 
Gif  Robin  Hood  they  see. 

And  they  hae  chang'd  thair  ain  twa  names, 
When  they  gaed  frae  the  toun  ; — 

The  tane  they've  called  Nicholas,  35 

The  tither  Rogee  Roun. 

And  they  hae  staid  in  gude  green-wud, 

And  never  a  day  thoucht  long, 
Till  it  fell  ance  upon  a  day, 

That  Rogee  sang  a  sang.  40 


186    THE    WEDDING    OF   ROBIN    HOOD,    ETC. 

"  When  we  were  in  our  fathers  bouer, 
"We  sew'd  the  silken  seam ; 

But  now  we  walk  the  gude  green-wud, 
And  bear  anither  name. 

"  When  we  were  in  our  fathers  ha', 

We  wore  the  beaten  gold ; 
But  now  we  wear  the  shield  sae  sharp, 

Alas !  we'll  die  with  cold ! " 

Then  up  bespake  him  Robin  Hood, 

As  he  to  them  drew  near ; 
"  Instead  of  boys  to  carry  the  bow, 

Twa  ladies  we've  got  here." 

So  they  had  not  been  in  gud  green-wud, 

A  twalmonth  and  a  day, 
Till  Rogee  Roun  was  as  big  wi'  bairn 

As  onie  lady  could  gae. 

"  0  wae  be  to  my  stepmother, 
That  garr'd  me  leave  my  name, 

For  I'm  wi'  bairn  to  Robin  Hood, 
And  near  nine  month  is  gane. 

"  O  wha  will  be  my  bouer-woman  ? 

Na  bouer-woman  is  here ! 
O  wha  will  be  my  bouer-woman, 

Whan  that  sad  time  draws  near  ? 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.  187 

The  tane  was  wedded  to  Robin  Hood,          65 

And  the  tither  to  Little  John  ; 
And  it  was  a'  owing  to  their  step-mother 

That  garr'd  them  leave  their  hame. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BEGGAR. 

"  ROBIN  HOOD  and  his  fellow,  Little  John,"  says 
Motherwell,  "  were  popular  with  the  minstrels  of  Scot 
land  as  they  were  with  those  of  England.  Our  early 
poets  and  historians  never  tired  of  alluding  to  songs 
current  in  their  own  times,  relative  to  these  waithmen 
and  their  merry  men.  Even  to  this  day  there  are 
fragments  of  songs  regarding  them,  traditionally  ex 
tant  in  Scotland,  which  have  not  yet  found  their  way 
into  any  printed  collection  of  ballads  commemorative 
of  these  celebrated  outlaws.  Were  they  carefully 
gathered  they  would  form  an  interesting  addition  to 
Ritson's  Robin  Hood.  In  that  collection,  the  ballad 
of  RoUn  Hood  and  the  Beggar  is  evidently  the  pro 
duction  of  a  Scottish  minstrel,  pretty  early  stall  copies 
of  which  were  printed  both  at  Aberdeen  and  Glas 
gow." — Minstrelsy,  p.  xliii. 

Ritson  printed  this  ballad  (Robin  Hood,  ii.  97,)  from 
a  modern  copy  printed  at  Newcastle.  He  remarks 
that  a  similar  story  may  be  found  in  Le  Moyen  de  par- 
venir,  (i.  304,  ed.  1739,  Comment  un  moine  se  debar- 
asse  des  voleurs.) 

We  have  adopted  a  superior  version  given  by  Gutch, 


188  ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

which  was  from  an  Aberdeen  copy  in  the  Ashmolean 
Museum,  without  date. — (Gutch's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  233.) 
Robin  Hood  and  the  Beggar,  with  the  nine  pieces 
which  are  now  immediately  subjoined,  the  first  part  of 
the  tenth,  (which  has  the  same  title  as  the  present,)  and 
the  first  part  of  Robin  Hood  and  the  Stranger,  in  the 
Appendix,  contains  a  story  essentially  the  same  with 
the  first  part  of  the  ancient  ballad  of  Robin  Hood  and 
the  Potter,  p.  1 7. 

LYTH  and  listen,  gentlemen, 

That's  come  of  high  born  blood, 

I'll  tell  you  of  a  brave  booting 
That  befel  Robin  Hood. 

Robin  Hood  upon  a  day,  & 

He  went  forth  alone ; 
And  as  he  came  from  Barnesdale 

Into  fair  evening, 

He  met  a  beggar  on  the  way, 

Who  sturdily  could  gang  ;  10 

He  had  a  pike-staff  in  his  hand 

That  was  baith  stark  and  strang. 

A  clouted  cloak  about  him  was, 

That  held  him  frae  the  cold  ; 
The  thinnest  bit  of  it,  I  guess,  is 

Was  more  then  twenty  fold. 

His  meal-pock  hang  about  his  neck, 
Into  a  leathern  fang, 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE   BEGGAR.  189 

Well  fasten'd  with  a  broad  buckle, 

That  was  baith  stark  and  strang.  20 

He  had  three  hats  upon  his  head, 

Together  sticked  fast, 
He  car'd  neither  for  wind  nor  weet, 

In  lands  where'er  he  past. 

Good  Robin  coost  him  in  his  way,  as 

To  see  what  he  might  be, 
If  any  beggar  had  money, 

He  thought  some  part  had  he. 

"  Tarry,  tarry,"  good  Robin  says, 

"  Tarry,  and  speak  with  me  ;  "  so 

He  heard  him  as  he  heard  him  not, 

And  fast  on  his  way  can  hie. 

"  It  be's  not  so,"  says  good  Robin, 

"  Nay,  thou  must  tarry  still ;  " 
"  By  my  troth,"  said  the  bold  beggar,          as 

"  Of  that  I  have  no  will. 

"  It  is  far  to  my  lodging  house, 

And  it  is  growing  late  ; 
If  they  have  supt  e'er  I  come  in 

I  will  look  wondrous  blate."  *o 

"  Now,  by  my  truth,"  says  good  Robin, 
"  I  see  well  by  thy  fare, 


190  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

If  thou  chear  well  to  thy  supper, 
Of  mine  thou  takes  no  care  ; 

"  Who  wants  my  dinner  all  this  day,  « 

And  wots  not  where  to  lie, 
And  should  I  to  the  tavern  go, 

I  want  money  to  buy. 

"  Sir,  thou  must  lend  me  some  money 

Till  we  two  meet  again  : "  so 

The  beggar  answer'd  cankerdly, 
"  I  have  no  money  to  lend. 

"  Thou  art  as  young  a  man  as  I, 

And  seems  to  be  as  sweir; 
If  thou  fast  till  thou  get  from  me,  55 

Thou  shalt  eat  none  this  year." 

"  Now,  by  my  truth,"  says  good  Robin, 

"  Since  we  are  'sembled  so, 
If  thou  have  but  a  small  farthing, 

I'll  have  it  e'er  thou  go.  eo 

"  Therefore,  lay  down  thy  clouted  cloak, 

And  do  no  longer  stand, 
And  loose  the  strings  of  all  thy  pocks, 

I'll  ripe  them  with  my  hand. 

"  And  now  to  thee  I  make  a  vow,  es 

If  thou  make  any  din, 


ROBIN   HOOD   AND    THE    BEGGAR.          191 

I  shall  see  if  a  broad  arrow, 
Can  pierce  a  beggar's  skin." 

The  beggar  smil'd,  and  answer  made, 

"  Far  better  let  me  be ;  ro 

Think  not  that  I  will  be  afraid 
For  thy  nip  crooked  tree. 

"  Or  that  I  fear  thee  any  whit 

For  thy  curn  nips  of  sticks ; 
I  know  no  use  for  them  so  meet  75 

As  to  be  pudding-pricks. 

"  Here  I  defy  thee  to  do  me  ill, 

For  all  thy  boisterous  fare ; 
Thou'st  get  nothing  from  me  but  ill, 

Would'st  thou  seek  evermair."  so 

Good  Robin  bent  his  noble  bow, 

He  was  an  angery  man, 
And  in  it  set  a  broad  arrow ; 

Yet  erst  was  drawn  a  span, 

The  beggar,  with  his  noble  tree,  95 

Reach'd  him  so  round  a  rout, 
That  his  bow  and  his  broad  arrow 

In  flinders  flew  about. 

Good  Robin  bound  him  to  his  brand, 

But  that  prov'd  likewise  vain,  90 


192          ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE   BEGGAR. 

The  beggar  lighted  on  his  hand 
With  his  pike-staff  again. 

I  wot  he  might  not  draw  a  sword 

For  forty  days  and  mair  ; 
Good  Robin  could  not  speak  a  word,  95 

His  heart  was  never  so  sair. 

He  could  not  fight,  he  could  not  flee, 

He  wist  not  what  to  do  ; 
The  beggar  with  his  noble  tree 

Laid  lusty  flaps  him  to.  KW 

He  paid  good  E-obin  back  and  side, 

And  beft  him  up  and  down, 
And  with  his  pike-staff  still  laid  on  hard, 

Till  he  fell  in  a  swoon. 

"  Fy,  stand  up,  man,"  the  beggar  said,         105 

"  'Tis  shame  to  go  to  rest ; 
Stay  still  till  thou  get  my  money, 

I  think  it  were  the  best. 

"  And  syne  go  to  the  tavern  house, 

And  buy  both  wine  and  ale  ;  no 

Hereat  thy  friends  will  crack  full  crouse, 
Thou  hast  been  at  a  dale." 

Good  Robin  answer'd  never  a  word, 
But  lay  still  as  a  stane  ; 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.  193 

His  cheeks  were  white  as  any  clay,  115 

And  closed  were  his  eyen. 

The  beggar  thought  him  dead  but  fail, 

And  boldly  bown'd  away ; — 
I  would  you  had  been  at  the  dale, 

And  gotten  part  of  the  play.  120 

[THE  SECOND  PART.] 

Now  three  of  Robin's  men,  by  chance, 

Came  walking  by  the  way, 
And  found  their  master  in  a  trance, 

On  ground  where  he  did  lay. 

Up  have  they  taken  good  Robin,  5 

Making  a  piteous  beir, 
Yet  saw  they  no  man  there  at  whom 

They  might  the  matter  speir. 

They  looked  him  all  round  about, 

But  wounds  on  him  saw  none,  10 

Yet  at  his  mouth  came  bocking  out 
The  blood  of  a  good  vein. 

Cold  water  they  have  taken  syne, 

And  cast  into  his  face  ; 
Then  he  began  to  lift  his  eyne,  15 

And  spake  within  short  space. 
VOL.  Y.  13 


194          ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

"  Tell  us,  dear  master,"  said  his  men, 
"  How  with  you  stands  the  case  ?  " 

Good  Robin  sigh'd  e'er  he  began 
To  tell  of  his  disgrace. 

"  I  have  been  watchman  in  this  wood 

Near  hand  this  forty  year, 
Yet  I  was  never  so  hard  bestead 

As  you  have  found  me  here. 

"  A  beggar  with  a  clouted  cloak, 

In  whom  I  fear'd  no  ill, 
Hath  with  his  pike-staff  claw'd  my  back, 

I  fear  'twill  never  be  well. 

See,  where  he  goes  o'er  yonder  hill, 

With  hat  upon  his  head ; 
If  e'er  you  lov'd  your  master  well, 

Go  now  revenge  this  deed. 

"  And  bring  him  back  again  to  me, 

If  it  lie  in  your  might, 
That  I  may  see,  before  I  die, 

Him  punisht  in  my  sight. 

"  And  if  you  may  not  bring  him  back, 

Let  him  not  go  loose  on ; 
For  to  us  all  it  were  great  shame 

If  he  escap't  again." 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.  195 

"  One  of  us  shall  with  you  remain, 

Because  you're  ill  at  ease, 
The  other  two  shall  bring  him  back, 

To  use  him  as  you  please." 

"  Now,  by  my  troth,"  says  good  Robin,         45 

"  I  trow  there's  enough  said  ; 
If  he  get  scouth  to  wield  his  tree, 

I  fear  you'll  both  be  paid." 

"  Be  ye  not  fear'd,  our  good  master, 

That  we  two  can  be  dung  50 

With  any  blutter  base  beggar, 
That  has  nought  but  a  rung. 

"  His  staff  shall  stand  him  in  no  stead ; 

That  you  shall  shortly  see ; 
But  back  again  he  shall  be  led,  x> 

And  fast  bound  shall  he  be, 
To  see  if  ye  will  have  him  slain, 

Or  hanged  on  a  tree." 

"  But  cast  you  slily  in  his  way, 

Before  he  be  aware,  so 

And  on  his  pike-staff  first  hands  lay, 

You'll  speed  the  better  far." 

Now  leave  we  Robin  with  his  man, 

Again  to  play  the  child, 
And  learn  himself  to  stand  and  gang  65 

By  haulds,  for  all  his  eild. 


196     ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BEGGAR. 

Now  pass  we  to  the  bold  beggar 

That  raked  o'er  the  hill, 
Who  never  mended  his  pace  no  more 

Nor  he  had  done  no  ill.  ?c 

The  young  men  knew  the  country  well, 

So  soon  where  he  would  be, 
And  they  have  taken  another  way, 

Was  nearer  by  miles  three. 

They  rudely  ran  with  all  their  might,  ~s 

Spared  neither  dub  nor  mire, 
They  started  neither  at  laigh  nor  hight, 

No  travel  made  them  tire. 

Till  they  before  the  beggar  wan, 

And  coost  them  in  his  way  ;  so 

A  little  wood  lay  in  a  glen, 

And  there  they  both  did  stay. 

They  stood  up  closely  by  a  tree, 

In  ilk  side  of  the  gate, 
Until  the  beggar  came  them  to,  & 

That  thought  not  of  such  fate. 

And  as  he  was  betwixt  them  past, 

They  leapt  upon  him  baith  ; 
The  one  his  pike-staff  gripped  fast, 

They  feared  for  its  scaith.  30 

72, 73.  Wanting  in  the  original,  and  restored  from  the  Aber- 
ieen  copy.    GUTCH. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BEGGAR.     197 

The  other  he  held  in  his  sight 

A  drawen  dirk  to  his  breast, 
And  said,  "  False  carl,  quit  thy  staff, 

Or  I  shall  be  thy  priest." 

His  pike-staff  they  have  taken  him  frae,  M 

And  stuck  it  in  the  green, 
He  was  full  loath  to  let  gae, 

If  better  might  have  been. 

The  beggar  was  the  feardest  man 

Of  one  that  ever  might  be  ;  100 

To  win  away  no  way  he  can, 

Nor  help  him  with  his  tree. 

He  wist  not  wherefore  he  was  tane, 

Nor  how  many  was  there  ; 
He  thought  his  life-days  had  been  gane,          105 

He  grew  into  despair. 

"  Grant  me  my  life,"  the  beggar  said, 

"  For  him  that  died  on  tree, 
And  take  away  that  ugly  knife, 

Or  then  for  fear  I'll  die.  no 

"  I  griev'd  you  never  in  all  my  life, 

Nor  late  nor  yet  by  ayre, 
Ye  have  great  sin,  if  ye  would  slay 

A  silly  poor  beggar." 


198          ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

"  Thou  lies,  false  lown,"  they  said  again,         us 

"  By  all  that  may  be  sworn  ; 
Thou  hast  near  slain  the  gentlest  man 

That  ever  yet  was  born. 

"  And  back  again  thou  shalt  be  led, 

And  fast  bound  shalt  thou  be,  I'M 

To  see  if  he  will  have  thee  slain, 
Or  hanged  on  a  tree." 

The  beggar  then  thought  all  was  wrong ; 

They  were  set  for  his  wrack  ; 
He  saw  nothing  appearing  then,  125 

But  ill  upon  worse  back. 

Were  he  out  of  their  hands,  he  thought, 

And  had  again  his  tree, 
He  should  not  be  had  back  for  nought. 

With  such  as  he  did  see.  iso 

Then  he  bethought  him  on  a  wile, 

If  it  could  take  effect, 
How  he  the  young  men  might  beguile, 

And  give  them  a  begeck. 

Thus  for  to  do  them  shame  or  ill,  IM 

His  beastly  breast  was  bent ; 
He  found  the  wind  grew  something  shril, 

To  further  his  intent. 


KOBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.  199 

He  said,  "  Brave  gentlemen,  be  good, 

And  let  the  poor  man  be  ;  wo 

When  ye  have  taken  a  beggar's  blood, 
It  helps  you  not  a  flea. 

"  It  was  bat  in  my  own  defence, 

If  he  hath  gotten  skaith  ; 
But  I  will  make  a  recompense,  145 

Much  better  for  you  baith. 

"  If  ye  w  ill  set  me  safe  and  free, 

And  do  me  no  danger, 
An  hundred  pounds  I  will  you  give, 

And  much  more  good  silver,  iso 

"  That  I  have  gather'd  this  many  years, 

Under  this  clouted  cloak, 
And  hid  up  [wonder]  privately, 

In  bottom  of  my  pock." 

The  young  men  to  a  council  yeed,  155 

And  let  the  beggar  gae  ; 
They  wist  full  well  he  had  no  speed 

From  them  to  run  away. 

They  thought  they  would  the  money  take, 
Come  after  what  so  may  ;  ieo 

And  then  they  would  not  bring  him  back, 
But  in  that  place  him  slay. 

153,  wonder.    RITSON. 


200         ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

By  that  good  Robin  would  not  know 

That  they  had  gotten  coin ; 
It  would  content  him  for  to  show  i« 

That  there  they  had  him  slain. 

They  said,  "  False  carl,  soon  have  done, 

And  tell  forth  thy  money  ; 
For  the  ill  turn  that  thou  hast  done 

'Tis  but  a  simple  fee.  170 

"  And  yet  we  will  not  have  thee  back, 

Come  after  what  so  may, 
If  thou  will  do  that  which  thou  spake, 

And  make  us  present  pay." 

O  then  he  loos'd  his  clouted  cloak,  175 

And  spread  it  on  the  ground, 
And  thereon  laid  he  many  a  pock, 

Betwixt  them  and  the  wind. 

He  took  a  great  bag  from  his  base, 

It  was  near  full  of  meal,  we 

Two  pecks  in  it  at  least  there  was, 
And  more  I  wot  full  well. 

Upon  his  cloak  he  laid  it  down, 

The  mouth  he  open'd  wide, 
To  turn  the  same  he  made  him  bown,  iss 

The  young  men  ready  spy'd. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.  201 

In  every  hand  he  took  a  nook 

Of  that  great  leathern  meal, 
And  with  a  fling  the  meal  he  shook, 

Into  their  faces  hail :  iw 

Wherewith  he  blinded  them  so  close, 

A  stime  they  could  not  see ; 
And  then  in  heart  he  did  rejoice, 

And  clapt  his  lusty  tree. 

He  thought  if  he  had  done  them  wrong,          195 

In  mealing  of  their  cloaths, 
For  to  strike  off  the  meal  again 

With  his  pike-staff  he  goes. 

Or  any  of  them  could  red  their  eyne, 

Or  could  a  gliinm'ring  see,  200 

Ilk  one  of  them  a  dozen  had 
Well  laid  on  with  the  tree. 

The  young  men  were  right  swift  of  foot, 

And  boldly  ran  away, 
The  beggar  could  them  no  more  hit,  205 

For  all  the  haste  he  may. 

"  What  ails  this  haste  ?  "  the  beggar  said, 

"  May  ye  not  tarry  still, 
Until  your  money  be  received  ? 

I'll  pay  you  with  good  will.  210 


202          ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

"  The  shaking  of  my  pocks,  I  fear, 

Hath  blown  into  your  eyne  ; 
But  I  have  a  good  pike-staff  here 

Can  ripe  them  out  full  clean." 

The  young  men  answer'd  never  a  word,          215 

They  were  dumb  as  a  stane  ; 
In  the  thick  wood  the  beggar  fled, 

E'er  they  riped  their  eyne. 

And  syne  the  night  became  so  late, 

To  seek  him  was  in  vain :  220 

But  judge  ye,  if  they  looked  blate, 
When  they  came  home  again. 

Good  Robin  spear'd  how  they  had  sped ; 

They  answer'd  him,  «  Full  ill :  " 
"  That  cannot  be,"  good  Robin  says,  225 

"  Ye  have  been  at  the  mill. 

"  The  mill  it  is  a  meatrif  place, 
They  may  lick  what  they  please  ; 

Most  like  ye  have  been  at  that  art, 

Who  would  look  to  your  cloaths."  230 

They  hang'd  their  heads,  they  droped  down, 

A  word  they  could  not  speak  : 
Robin  said,  "  Because  I  fell  a-swoon, 

I  think  you'll  do  the  like. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.          203 

"  Tell  on  the  matter,  less  or  more,  235 

And  tell  me  what  and  how 
Ye  have  done  with  the  bold  beggar, 

I  sent  you  for  right  now." 

And  when  they  told  him  to  an  end, 

As  I  have  said  before,  2*0 

How  that  the  beggar  did  them  blind, 
What  misters  process  more, 

And  how  he  lin'd  their  shoulders  broad 

With  his  great  trenchen  tree, 
And  how  in  the  thick  wood  he  fled,  245 

E'er  they  a  stime  could  see, 

And  how  they  scarcely  could  win  home, 

Their  bones  were  beft  so  sore, 
Good  Robin  cry'd,  "  Fy  !  out,  for  shame ! 

We're  shain'd  for  evermore."  230 

Altho'  good  Robin  would  full  fain 

Of  his  wrong  revenged  be, 
He  smil'd  to  see  his  merry  young  men 

Had  gotten  a  taste  of  the  tree. 

236,  where. 

243,  244.  These  two  lines  are  restored  from  the  Aberdeen 
ballad.    G. 


204      THE   JOLLY    FINDER    OF    WAKEFIELD. 


THE  JOLLY  FINDER  OF  WAKEFIELD, 

WITH    ROBIN   HOOD,   SCARLET,   AND   JOHN. 
Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  18. 

"  FROM  an  old  black-letter  copy,  in  A.  h  Wood's 
collection,  compared  with  two  others  in  the  British 
Museum,  one  in  black-letter. 

"  Several  lines  of  this  ballad  are  quoted  in  the  two 
old  plays  of  the  Downfall  and  Death  of  Robert  earle  of 
Huntington,  1601,  4to.  b.  1.  but  acted  many  years  be 
fore.  It  is  also  alluded  to  in  Shakespeare's  Merry 
Wives  of  Windsor,  act  i.  scene  1,  and  again  in  his 
Second  Part  of  King  Henry  IV.,  act  v.  scene  3. 

"  In  1557  certain  *  ballets'  are  entered  on  the  books 
of  the  Stationers'  Company,  '  to  John  Wallye  and 
Mrs.  Toye,'  one  of  which  is  entitled  Of  Wakefylde 
and  a  grene  ;  meaning  apparently  the  ballad  here  re 
printed."  RITSON. 

IN  Wakefield  there  lives  a  jolly  pinder, 
In  Wakefield  all  on  a  green, 
In  Wakefield  all  on  a  green. 


THE   JOLLY   FINDER    OF    WAKEFIELD.     205 

"  There  is  neither  knight  nor  squire,"  said  the 

pinder, 

"  Nor  baron  that  is  so  bold,  s 

Nor  baron  that  is  so  bold, 
Dare  make  a  trespass  to  the  town  of  Wake- 
field, 
But  his  pledge  goes  to  the  pinfold,"  &c. 

All  this  beheard  three  wighty  yeomen, 

'Twas  Robin  Hood,  Scarlet  and  John  ;  10 

With  that  they  espy'd  the  jolly  pinder, 
As  he  sat  under  a  thorn. 

"  Now  turn  again,  turn  again,"  said  the  pinder, 
"  For  a  wrong  way  you  have  gone ; 

For  you  have  forsaken  the  kings  highway,       is 
And  made  a  path  over  the  corn." 

"  O  that  were  a  shame,"  said  jolly  Robin, 
"  We  being  three,  and  thou  but  one : " 

The  pinder  leapt  back  then  thirty  good  foot, 
'Twas  thirty  good  foot  and  one.  20 

He  leaned  his  back  fast  unto  a  thorn, 

And  his  foot  against  a  stone, 
And  there  he  fought  a  long  summers  day, 

A  summers  day  so  long, 
Till  that  their  swords  on  their  broad  bucklers,  "* 

Were  broke  fast  into  their  hands. 
9,  witty  young  men.    RITSON 


206     THE   JOLLY   FINDER    OF    WAKEFIELD. 

"Hold   thy  hand,  hold  thy  hand,"   said  bold 
Robin  Hood, 

"  And  my  merry  men  stand  aside  ; 
For  this  is  one  of  the  best  pinders, 

That  with  sword  ever  I  tryed.  ao 

"  And  wilt  thou  forsake  thy  pinders  craft, 
And  go  to  the  greenwood  with  me  ? 

Thou  shalt  have  a  livery  twice  in  the  year, 
Th'  one  greene,  'tither  brown  shall  be." 

"  At  Michaelmas  next  my  cov'nant  comes  out,  35 
When  every  man  gathers  his  fee, 

Then  I'le  take  my  blew  blade  all  in  my  hand, 
And  plod  to  the  green-wood  with  thee." 

"  Hast  thou  either  meat  or  drink,"  said  Robin 

Hood, 
"  For  my  merry  men  and  me  ?  40 


"  I  have  both  bread  and  beef,"  said  the  pinder, 

"  And  good  ale  of  the  best :  " 
"  And  that  is  meat  good  enough,"  said  Robin 
Hood, 

For  such  unbidden  '  guest.' 

29.  30.  This  is  the  reading  in  one  black-letter  copy  that 
has  come  under  the  Editor's  notice,  instead  of 
"  For  this  is  one  of  the  best  pinders 

That  ever  I  tried  with  sword."— GUTCH. 
33,  34.  From  the  same. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE   RANGER.         207 

"  0  wilt  thou  forsake  the  pinder  his  craft,        43 
And  go  to  the  green-wood  with  me  ? 

Thou  shalt  have  a  livery  twice  in  the  year, 
The  one  green,  the  other  brown  [shall  be]." 

"  If  Michaelmas  day  was  come  and  gone, 
And  my  master  had  paid  me  my  fee,  no 

Then  would  I  set  as  little  by  him, 
As  my  master  doth  by  me." 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  RANGER; 

OR,    TRUE     FRIENDSHIP    AFTER   A     FIERCE     FIGHT. 

"  No  ancient  copy  of  this  ballad  having  been  met 
with,  it  is  given  from  an  edition  of  Robin  Hood's  Gar 
land,  printed  some  years  since  at  York.  The  tune  is 
Arthur  a  Bland"  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  137. 

WHEN  Phoebus  had  melted  the  i  sickles '  of  ice, 
With  a  hey  down,  fyc. 

And  likewise  the  mountains  of  snow, 
Bold  Robin  Hood  he  would  ramble  away, 

To  frolick  abroad  with  his  bow. 

He  left  all  his  merry  men  waiting  behind,        « 
Whilst  through  the  green  vallies  he  pass'd, 

Where  he  did  behold  a  forester  bold, 

Who  cry'd  out,  "  Friend,  whither  so  fast  ?" 


208    ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  RANGER. 

"  I  am  going,"  quoth  Robin,  "  to  kill  a  fat  buck, 
For  me  and  my  merry  men  all ;  10 

Besides,  ere  I  go,  I'll  have  a  fat  doe, 
Or  else  it  shall  cost  me  a  fall." 

"  You'd  best  have  a  care,"  said  the  forester  then, 
"  For  these  are  his  majesty's  deer  ; 

Before  you  shall  shoot,  the  thing  I'll  dispute,  is 
For  I  am  head  forester  here." 

"  These  thirteen  long  summers/'  quoth  Robin, 
"  I'm  sure, 

My  arrows  I  here  have  let  fly, 
Where  freely  I  range  ;  inethinks  it  is  strange, 

You  should  have  more  power  than  I.  20 

"  This  forest,"  quoth  Robin,  "  I  think  is  my  own, 
And  so  are  the  nimble  deer  too ; 

Therefore  I  declare,  and  solemnly  swear, 
I'll  not  be  affronted  by  you." 

The  forester  he  had  a  long  quarter  staff,  25 

Likewise  a  broad  sword  by  his  side  ; 

Without  more  ado,  he  presently  drew, 
Declaring  the  truth  should  be  try'd. 

Bold  Robin  Hood  had  a  sword  of  the  best, 
Thus,  ere  he  would  take  any  wrong,  so 

His  courage  was  flush,  he'd  venture  a  brush, 
And  thus  they  fell  to  it  ding  dong. 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE   RANGER.          209 

The  very  first  blow  that  the  forester  gave, 
He  made  his  broad  weapon  cry  twang ; 
'Twas  over  the  head,  he  fell  down  for  dead,     35 

0  that  was  a  damnable  bang  ! 

But  Robin  he  soon  recovered  himself, 

And  bravely  fell  to  it  again  ; 
The  very  next  stroke  their  weapons  they  broke, 

Yet  never  a  man  there  was  slain.  40 

At  quarter  staff  then  they  resolved  to  play, 
Because  they  would  have  the  other  bout ; 

And  brave  Robin  Hood  right  valiantly  stood, 
Unwilling  he  was  to  give  out. 

Bold  Robin  he  gave  him  very  hard  blows,       « 

The  other  returned  them  as  fast ; 
At  every  stroke  their  jackets  did  smoke, 

Three  hours  the  combat  did  last. 

At  length  in  a  rage  the  forester  grew, 

And  cudgell'd  bold  Robin  so  sore,  so 

That  he  could  not  stand,  so  shaking  his  hand, 
He  cry'd,  "  Let  us  freely  give  o'er. 

"  Thou  art  a  brave  fellow  ;  I  needs  must  con 
fess, 

1  never  knew  any  so  good  ; 

Thou  art  fitting  to  be  a  yeoman  for  me,  55 

And  range  in  the  merry  green-wood. 
VOL.  v.  14 


210          ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    RANGER. 

"  111  give  thee  this  ring  as  a  token  of  love, 
For  bravely  thou  hast  acted  thy  part ; 

That  man  that  can  fight,  in  him  I  delight, 

And  love  him  with  all  my  whole  heart.  <w 

Robin  Hood  set  his  bugle-horn  to  his  mouth, 

A  blast  then  he  merrily  blows  ; 
His  yeomen  did  hear,  and  strait  did  appear, 

A  hundred  with  trusty  long  bows. 

Now  Little  John  came  at  the  head  of  them  all,    ss 
Cloath'd  in  a  rich  mantle  of  green ; 

And  likewise  the  rest  were  gloriously  drest, 
A  delicate  sight  to  be  seen. 

"  Lo,  these  are  my  yeomen,"  said  bold  Robin 
Hood, 

"And  thou  shalt  be  one  of  the  train ;  ro 

A  mantle  and  bow,  and  quiver  also, 

I  give  them  whom  I  entertain." 

The  forester  willingly  enter'd  the  list, 

They  were  such  a  beautiful  sight ; 
Then  with  a  long  bow  they  shot  a  fat  doe,  75 

And  made  a  rich  supper  that  night. 

What  singing  and  dancing  was  in  the  green  wood. 

For  joy  of  another  new  mate  ! 
With  might  and  delight  they  spent  all  the  night, 

And  liv'd  at  a  plentiful  rate.  so 


ROBIN   HOODS    DELIGHT.  211 

The  forester  ne'er  was  so  merry  before, 
As  then  he  was  with  these  brave  souls, 

Who  never  would  fail,  in  wine,  beer,  or  ale, 
To  take  off  their  cherishing  bowls. 

Then  Robin  Hood  gave  him  a  mantle  of  green,  85 
Broad  arrows,  and  curious  long  bow  : 

This  done,  the  next  day,  so  gallant  and  gay, 
He  marched  them  all  on  a  row. 

Quoth  he,  "  My  brave  yeomen,  be  true  to  your 
trust, 

And  then  we  may  range  the  woods  wide  :  "  ao 
They  all  did  declare,  and  solemnly  swear, 

They  would  conquer,  or  die  by  his  side. 


ROBIN  HOODS  DELIGHT: 

OR,  a  merry  combat  fought  between  Robin  Hood, 
Little  John,  and  Will  Scarelock,  and  three  stout 
keepers  in  Sheerwood  Forrest. 

Eobin  was  valiant  and  stout, 

So  was  Scarelock  and  John  in  the  field, 
But  these  keepers  stout  did  give  them  rout, 

And  make  them  all  for  to  yield. 
But  after  the  battel  ended  was, 

Bold  Eobin  did  make  them  amends, 
For  claret  and  sack  they  did  not  lack, 

So  drank  themselves  good  friends. 


212  ROBIN    HOODS    DELIGHT. 

To  the  tune  of  Robin  Hood  and  Queen  Katherine ; 
or,  Robin  Hood  and  the  Shepheard. 

"  From  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection  of 
Anthony  a  Wood.  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  120. 

THERE'S  some  will  talk  of  lords  and  knights, 

Doun,  a  doun,  a  doun, 
And  some  of  yeomen  good, 
But  I  will  tell  you  of  Will  Scarlock, 
Little  John,  and  Robin  Hood. 

Doun,  a  doun,  a  doun,  a  doun. 

They  were  outlaws,  'tis  well  known,  * 

And  men  of  a  noble  blood ; 
And  many  a  time  was  their  valour  shown 

In  the  forrest  of  merry  Sheerwood. 

Upon  a  time  it  chanced  so, 

As  Robin  Hood  would  have  it  be,  10 

They  all  three  would  a  walking  go, 

The  pastime  for  to  see. 

And  as  they  walked  the  forest  along, 

Upon  a  Midsummer  day, 
There  was  they  aware  of  three  keepers,  is 

Clad  all  in  green  aray. 

With  brave  long  faucheons  by  their  sides, 

And  forrest-bills  in  hand, 
They  call'd  aloud  to  those  bold  outlkws, 

charged  them  to  stand.  20 


ROBIN    HOODS    DELIGHT.  213 

"  Why,  who  are  you,"  cry'd  bold  Robin, 

"  That  speak  so  boldly  here  ?  " 
"  We  three  belong  to  King  Henry, 

And  are  keepers  of  his  deer." 

"  The  devil  you  are  ! "  sayes  Robin  Hood,       25 

"  I  am  sure  that  it  is  not  so ; 
We  be  the  keepers  of  this  forrest, 

And  that  you  soon  shall  know. 

"  Come,  your    coats   of    green    lay    on    the 
ground, 

And  so  will  we  all  three,  so 

And  take  your  swords  and  bucklers  round, 

And  try  the  victory." 

"  We  be  content,"  the  keepers  said, 

"  We  be  three,  and  you  no  less, 
Then  why  should  we  be  of  you  afraid,  35 

As  we  never  did  transgress  ?  " 

"  Why,  if  you  be  three  keepers  in  this  forrest, 

Then  we  be  three  rangers  good, 
And  will  make  you  know  before  you  do  go, 

You  meet  with  bold  Robin  Hood."  40 

"  We  be  content,  thou  bold  outlaw, 

Our  valour  here  to  try, 
And  will  make  you  know,  before  we  do  go, 

We  will  fight  before  we  will  fly. 


214        ROBIN  HOODS  DELIGHT. 

"  Then,    come   draw   your    swords,   you   bold 
outlaws,  45 

No  longer  stand  to  prate, 
But  let  us  try  it  out  with  blows, 

For  cowards  we  do  hate. 

"  Here  is  one  of  us  for  Will  Scarlock, 

And  another  for  Little  John,  so 

And  I  myself  for  Robin  Hood, 
Because  he  is  stout  and  strong." 

So  they  fell  to  it  hard  and  sore, 

It  was  on  a  Midsummers  day  ; 
From  eight  of  the  clock  till  two  and  past,         55 

They  all  shewed  gallant  play. 

There  Robin,  and  Will,  and  Little  John, 

They  fought  most  manfully, 
Till  all  their  winde  was  spent  and  gone, 

Then  Robin  aloud  did  cry  :  GO 

«  O  hold,  0  hold,"  cries  bold  Robin, 

"  I  see  you  be  stout  men  ; 
Let  me  blow  one  blast  on  my  bugle  horn, 

Then  He  fight  with  you  again." 

"  That  bargain's  to  make,  bold  Robin  Hood,    « 

Therefore  we  it  deny  ; 
Thy  blast  upon  the  bugle  horn 

Cannot  make  us  fight  or  flv. 


ROBIN    HOODS    DELIGHT.  215 

"  Therefore  fall  on,  or  else  be  gone, 

And  yield  to  us  the  day  :  TO 

It  never  shall  be  said  that  we  are  afraid 

Of  thee,  nor  thy  yeomen  gay." 

"  If  that  be  so,"  cries  bold  Robin, 

"  Let  me  but  know  your  names, 
And  in  the  forrest  of  merry  Sheerwood,  75 

I  shall  extol  your  fames." 

"  And  with  our  names,"  one  of  them  said, 

"  What  hast  thou  here  to  do  ? 
Except  that  thou  wilt  fight  it  out, 

Our  names  thou  shalt  not  know."  so 

"  We  will  fight  no  more,"  sayes  bold  Robin, 

"  You  be  men  of  valour  stout ; 
Come  and  go  with  me  to  Nottingham, 

And  there  we  will  fight  it  out. 

"  With  a  but  of  sack  we  will  bang  it  about,       as 

To  see  who  wins  the  day ; 
And  for  the  cost,  make  you  no  doubt 

I  have  gold  enough  to  pay. 

"  And  ever  hereafter,  so  long  as  we  live, 

We  all  will  brethren  be  ;  oo 

For  I  love  these  men  with  heart  and  hand, 
That  will  fight  and  never  flee." 


216  ROBIN    HOOD    AND    LITTLE   JOHN. 

So  away  they  went  to  Nottingham, 
With  sack  to  make  amends  ; 

For  three  days  they  the  wine  did  chase, 
And  drank  themselves  good  friends. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  LITTLE  JOHN. 

BEING  an  account  of  their  first  meeting,  their  fierce 
encounter,  and  conquest.    To  which  is  added,  their 
friendly  agreement ;   and  how  he  came  to  be  called 
Little  John.     To  the  tune  of  Arthur  a  Bland. 
From  A  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  i.  75'.    The  same 

in  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood.  ii.  142. 

"  This  ballad  is  named  in  a  schedule  of  such  things 

under   an   agreement   between    W.   Thackeray   and 

others,  in  1689  (Coll.  Pepys,  vol.  v.)."     RITSON. 

WHEN  Robin  Hood  was  about  twenty  years  old, 
With  a  hey  down,  down,  and  a  down, 

He  happen'd  to  meet  Little  John, 
A  jolly  brisk  blade,  right  fit  for  the  trade, 

For  he  was  a  lusty  young  man. 

Tho'  he  was  call'd  Little,  his  limbs  they  were 
large, 

And  his  stature  was  seven  foot  high  ;  6 

Where-ever  he  came,  they  quak'd  at  his  name, 

For  soon  he  would  make  them  to  fly. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    LITTLE   JOHN.          217 

How  they  came  acquainted,  I'll  tell  you  in  brief, 
If  you  will  but  listen  awhile  ;  10 

For  this  very  jest,  amongst  all  the  rest, 
I  think  it  may  cause  you  to  smile. 

Bold  Robin  Hood  said  to  his  jolly  bowmen, 
"  Pray  tarry  you  here  in  this  grove ; 

And  see  that  you  all  observe  well  my  call,  15 

While  thorough  the  forest  I  rove. 

"  We  have  had  no  sport  for  these  fourteen  long 
days, 

Therefore  now  abroad  will  I  go ; 
Now  should  I  be  beat,  and  cannot  retreat, 

My  horn  I  will  presently  blow."  20 

Then  did  he  shake  hands  with  his  merry  men  all, 
And  bid  them  at  present  good  b'w'ye  ; 

Then,  as  near  a  brook  his  journey  he  took, 
A  stranger  he  chanc'd  to  espy. 

They  happen'd  to  meet  on  a  long  narrow  bridge,  25 
And  neither  of  them  would  give  way ; 

Quoth  bold  Robin  Hood,  and  sturdily  stood, 
"I'll  show  you  right  Nottingham  play." 

With  that  from  his  quiver  an  arrow  he  drew, 
A  broad  arrow  with  a  goose-wing.  30 

The  stranger  reply'd,  "  I'll  liquor  thy  hide, 
If  thou  offer'st  to  touch  the  string." 


218          ROBIN    HOOD    AND    LITTLE   JOHN. 

Quoth  bold  Robin  Hood,  "  Thou  dost  prate  like 
an  ass, 

For  were  I  to  bend  but  my  bow, 
I  could  send  a  dart  quite  thro'  thy  proud  heart,  as 

Before  thou  couldst  strike  me  one  blow." 

"  Thou  talk'st  like  a  coward,"  the  stranger  reply'd ; 

"  Well  arm'd  with  a  long  bow  you  stand, 
To  shoot  at  my  breast,  while  I,  I  protest, 

Have  nought  but  a  staff  in  my  hand."  40 

"  The  name  of  a  coward,"  quoth  Robin,  "  I  scorn, 
Wherefore  my  long  bow  I'll  lay  by ; 

And  now,  for  thy  sake,  a  staff  will  I  take, 
The  truth  of  thy  manhood  to  try." 

Then  Robin  Hood  stept  to  a  thicket  of  trees,       « 
And  chose  him  a  staff  of  ground  oak ; 

Now  this  being  done,  away  he  did  run 
To  the  stranger,  and  merrily  spoke : 

"  Lo !  see  my  staff,  it  is  lusty  and  tough, 

Now  here  on  the  bridge  we  will  play ;  w 

Whoever  falls  in,  the  other  shall  win 
The  battel,  and  so  we'll  away." 

"  With  all  my  whole  heart,"  the  stranger  reply'd  ; 

"  I  scorn  in  the  least  to  give  out ;  " 
This  said,  they  fell  to't  without  more  dispute,       55 

And  their  staffs  they  did  nourish  about. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    LITTLE    JOHN.          219 

And  first  Robin  he  gave  the  stranger  a  bang, 
So  hard  that  it  made  his  bones  ring : 

The  stranger  he  said,  "  This  must  be  repaid, 
I'll  give  you  as  good  as  you  bring.  so 

"  So  long  as  I'm  able  to  handle  my  staff 
,  To  die  in  your  debt,  friend,  I  scorn :  " 
Then  to  it  each  goes,  and  follow'd  their  blows, 
As  if  they  had  been  threshing  of  corn. 

The  stranger  gave  Robin  a  crack  on  the  crown,  65 
Which  caused  the  blood  to  appear ; 

Then  Robin  enrag'd,  more  fiercely  engag'd, 
And  follow'd  his  blows  more  severe. 

So  thick  and  so  fast  did  he  lay  it  on  him, 

With  a  passionate  fury  and  ire,  70 

At  every  stroke  he  made  him  to  smoke, 
As  if  he  had  been  all  on  fire. 

O  then  into  fury  the  stranger  he  grew, 

And  gave  him  a  damnable  look, 
And  with  it  a  blow  that  laid  him  full  low,  75 

And  tumbl'd  him  into  the  brook. 

"  I  prithee,  good  fellow,  O  where  art  thou  now  ?  " 
The  stranger,  in  laughter,  he  cry'd. 

Quoth  bold   Robin   Hood,  "Good   faith,  in   the 

flood, 
And  floating  along  with  the  tide.  so 


220         ROBIN    HOOD    AND    LITTLE   JOHN. 

"  I  needs  must  acknowledge  thou  art  a  brave  soul ; 

With  thee  I'll  no  longer  contend  ; 
For  needs  must  I  say,  thou  hast  got  the  day, 

Our  battel  shall  be  at  an  end." 

Then  unto  the  bank  he  did  presently  wade,          as 
And  pull'd  himself  out  by  a  thorn ; 

Which  done,  at  the  last,  he  blow'd  a  loud  blast 
Straitway  on  his  fine  bugle-horn  : 

The  eccho  of  which  through  the  vallies  did  fly, 
At  which  his  stout  bowmen  appear'd,  so 

All  cloathed  in  green,  most  gay  to  be  seen, 
So  up  to  their  master  they  steer'd. 

"O  what's  the  matter?"  quoth  William  Stutely; 

"  Good  master,  you  are  wet  to  the  skin." 
"  No  matter,"  quoth  he  ;  "  the  lad  which  you  see  w 

In  fighting  hath  tumbl'd  me  in." 

"  He  shall  not  go  scot-free,"  the  others  reply'd  ; 

So  strait  they  were  seizing  him  there, 
To  duck  him  likewise  ;  but  Robin  Hood  cries, 

"  He  is  a  stout  fellow,  forbear.  100 

"  There's  no  one  shall  wrong  thee,  friend,  be  not 
afraid ; 

These  bowmen  upon  me  do  wait ; 
There's  threescore  and  nine  ;  if  thou  wilt  be  mine, 

Thou  shalt  have  my  livery  strait : 


ROBIN  HOOD   AND   LITTLE  JOHN.  221 

"  And  other  accoutrements  fit  for  a  man  ;  105 

Speak  up,  jolly  blade,  never  fear. 
I'll  teach  you  also  the  use  of  the  bow, 

To  shoot  at  the  fat  fallow-deer." 

"  0  here  is  my  hand,"  the  stranger  reply'd, 

"  I'll  serve  you  with  all  my  whole  heart ;        no 

My  name  is  John  Little,  a  man  of  good  mettle  ; 
Ne'er  doubt  me,  for  I'll  play  my  part." 

"  His   name    shall    be   alter'd,"    quoth   William 
Stutely, 

"  And  I  will  his  godfather  be  ; 
Prepare  then  a  feast,  and  none  of  the  least,         us 

For  we  will  be  merry,"  quoth  he. 

They  presently  fetch'd  in  a  brace  of  fat  does, 
With  humming  strong  liquor  likewise  ; 

They  lov'd  what  was  good ;  so,  in  the  green-wood, 
This  pretty  sweet  babe  they  baptize.  120 

He  was,  I  must  tell  you,  but  seven  foot  high, 

And,  may  be,  an  ell  in  the  waste ; 
A  pretty  sweet  lad ;  much  feasting  they  had  ; 

Bold  Robin  the  christ'ning  grac'd, 

With  all  his  bowmen,  which  stood  in  a  ring,       125 
And  were  of  the  Nottingham  breed  ; 

Brave  Stutely  comes  then,  with  seven  yeomen, 
And  did  in  this  manner  proceed. 


222  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    LITTLE   JOHN. 

"  This  infant  was  called  John  Little,"  quoth  he  ; 

"  Which  name  shall  be  changed  anon  ;  iso 

The  words  we'll  transpose,  so  whereever  he 
goes, 

His  name  shall  be  call'd  Little  John." 

They  all  with  a  shout  made  the  elements  ring, 

So  soon  as  the  office  was  o'er ; 
To  feasting  they  went,  with  true  merriment,       135 

And  tippl'd  strong  liquor  gillore. 

Then  Robin  he  took  the  pretty  sweet  babe, 
And  cloath'd  him  from  top  to  the  toe 

In  garments  of  green,  most  gay  to  be  seen, 

And  gave  him  a  curious  long  bow.  140 

"  Thou  shalt  be  an  archer  as  well  as  the  best, 
And  range  in  the  green-wood  with  us  ; 

Where  we'll  not  want  gold  nor  silver,  behold, 
While  bishops  have  ought  in  their  purse. 

"  We  live  here  like  'squires,  or  lords  of  renown,  i« 

Without  e'er  a  foot  of  free  land  ; 
We  feast  on  good  cheer,  with  wine,  ale,  and  beer, 

And  ev'ry  thing  at  our  command." 

Then  music  and  dancing  did  finish  the  day ; 

At  length,  when  the  sun  waxed  low,  iso 

Then  all  the  whole  train  the  grove  did  refrain, 

And  unto  their  caves  they  did  go. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  TANNER.     223 

And  so  ever  after,  as  long  as  he  liv'd, 

Altho'  he  was  proper  and  tall, 
Yet,  nevertheless,  the  truth  to  express,        iss 

Still  Little  John  they  did  him  call. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    TANNER; 

OR,  ROBIN  HOOD  MET  WITH  HIS  MATCH. 

A  MERRY  and  pleasant  song  relating  the  gallant 
and  fierce  combat  fought  between  Arthur  Bland,  a 
tanner  of  Nottingham,  and  Robin  Hood,  the  greatest 
and  most  noblest  archer  of  England.  Tune  is,  Robin 
Hood  and  the  Stranger. 

Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  33,  from  an  old  black-letter 
copy  in  the  collection  of  Anthony  a  Wood. 

There  is  a  copy  with  a  few  unimportant  variations 
in  A  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  i.  83,  from  which  a 
single  reading  has  been  admitted. 

IN  Nottingham  there  lives  a  jolly  tanner, 

With  a  hey  down,  down,  a  down,  down, 

His  name  is  Arthur-a-Bland  ; 
There  is  nere  a  squire  in  Nottinghamshire, 

Dare  bid  bold  Arthur  stand. 

With  a  long  pike-staff  upon  his  shoulder,          s 
So  well  he  can  clear  his  way  ; 


224     ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  TANNER. 

By  two  and  by  three  he  makes  them  to  flee, 
For  he  hath  no  list  to  stay. 

And  as  he  went  forth,  in  a  summers  morning, 
Into  the  forrest  of  merry  Sherwood,  10 

To  view  the  red  deer,  that  range  here  and  there, 
There  met  he  with  bold  Robin  Hood. 

As  soon  as  bold  Robin  he  did  espy, 

He  thought  some  sport  he  would  make, 

Therefore  out  of  hand  he  bid  him  to  stand,      15 
And  thus  to  him  he  spake  : 

"  Why,  what  art  thou,  thou  bold  fellow, 

That  ranges  so  boldly  here  ? 
In  sooth,  to  be  brief,  thou  lookst  like  a  thief, 

That  comes  to  steal  our  kings  deer.  20 

"  For  I  am  keeper  in  this  forrest ; 

The  king  puts  me  in  trust 
To  look  to  his  deer,  that  range  here  and  there  ; 

Therefore  stay  thee  I  must." 

"  If  thou  beest  a  keeper  in  this  forrest,  25 

And  hast  such  a  great  command, 

Yet  thou  must  have  more  partakers  in  store, 
Before  thou  make  me  to  stand." 

"  Nay,  I  have  no  more  partakers  in  store, 
Or  any  that  I  do  not  need  ;  w 

13,  did  him. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  TANNER.    225 

But  I  have  a  staff  of  another  oke  graff, 
I  know  it  will  do  the  deed. 

"  For  thy  sword  and  thy  bow  I  care   not  a 
straw, 

Nor  all  thine  arrows  to  boot ; 
If  thou  get'st  a  knop  upon  the  bare  scop,          as 

Thou  canst  as  well  sh — e  as  shoote." 

"  Speak  cleanly,  good  fellow,"  said  jolly  Robin, 

"And  give  better  terms  to  me  ; 
Else  lie  thee  correct  for  thy  neglect, 

And  make  thee  more  mannerly.  40 

"  Marry  gep  with  a  wenion  !  "  quod  Arthur-a- 
Bland, 

"Art  thou  such  a  goodly  man  ? 
I  care  not  a  fig  for  thy  looking  so  big ; 

Mend  thou  thyself  where  thou  can." 

Then  Robin  Hood  he  unbuckled  his  belt,         « 

And  laid  down  his  bow  so  long ; 
He  took  up  a  staff  of  another  oke  graff, 

That  was  both  stiff  and  strong. 

"  I'le  yield  to  thy  weapon,"  said  jolly  Robin, 
"  Since  thou  wilt  not  yield  to  mine  ;  so 

For  I  have  a  staff  of  another  oke  graff, 
Not  half  a  foot  longer  then  thine. 

35.  I  get.    KITSON. 
VOL.    V.  15 


226          ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    TANNER. 

"  But  let  me  measure,"  said  jolly  Robin, 

"  Before  we  begin  our  fray  ; 
For  I'le  not  have  mine  to  be  longer  than  thine,  M 

For  that  will  be  counted  foul  play." 

"  I  pass  not  for  length,"  bold  Arthur  reply'd, 

"  My  staff  is  of  oke  so  free ; 
Eight  foot  and  a  half,  it  will  knock  down  a  calf, 

And  I  hope  it  will  knock  down  thee."          so 

Then  Robin  could  no  longer  forbear ; 

He  gave  him  such  a  knock, 
Quickly  and  soon  the  blood  came  down, 

Before  it  was  ten  a  clock. 

Then  Arthur  he  soon  recovered  himself,  & 

And  gave  him  such  a  knock  on  the  crown, 

That  from  every  side  of  bold  Robin  Hoods 

head, 
The  blood  came  trickling  down. 

Then  Robin  raged  like  a  wild  boar, 

As  soon  as  he  saw  his  own  blood  ;  TO 

Then  Bland  was  in  hast,  he  laid  on  so  fast, 
As  though  he  had  been  cleaving  of  wood. 

And  about,  and  about,  and  about  they  went, 

Like  two  wild  bores  in  a  chase  ; 
Striving  to  aim  each  other  to  maim,  is 

Leg,  arm,  or  any  other  place. 


KOBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  TANNER.    227 

And  knock  for  knock  they  lustily  dealt, 
Which  held  for  two  hours  and  more ; 

That  all  the  wood  rang  at  every  bang, 

They  ply'd  their  work  so  sore.  so 

«  Hold  thy  hand,  hold  thy  hand,"  said  Robin 
Hood, 

"And  let  thy  quarrel  fall ; 
For  here  we  may  thrash  our  bones  all  to  mesh, 

And  get  no  coyn  at  all. 

"And  in  the  forrest  of  merry  Sherwood  85 

Hereafter  thou  shalt  be  free  : " 
"  God-a-mercy    for    nought,    my    freedom    I 
bought ; 

I  may  thank  my  staff,  and  not  thee." 

"  What  tradesman  art  thou  ?  "  said  jolly  Robin, 
"  Good  fellow,  I  prethee  me  show :  90 

And   also   me   tell  in  what  place  thou  dost 

dwell, 
For  both  of  these  fain  would  I  know." 

"  I  am  a  tanner,"  bold  Arthur  reply'd, 
"  In  Nottingham  long  have  I  wrought ; 

And  if  thou'lt  come  there,  I  vow  and  swear,     95 
I  will  tan  thy  hide  for  nought." 

"  God-a-mercy,  good  fellow,"  said  jolly  Robin, 
"  Since  thou  art  so  kind  and  free  ; 


228         ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    TANNER. 

And  if  thou  wilt  tan  my  hide  for  nought, 
I  will  do  as  much  for  thee.  100 

"And  if  thou'lt  forsake  thy  tanners  trade, 
And  live  in  the  green  wood  with  me, 

My  name's  Robin  Hood,  I  swear  by  the  rood, 
I  will  give  thee  both  gold  and  fee." 

"  If  thou  be  Robin  Hood,"  bold  Arthur  reply 'd,  105 

"As  I  think  well  thou  art, 
Then  here's  my  hand,   my  name's  Arthur-a- 
Bland, 

We  two  will  never  depart. 

"But  tell  me,  O  tell  me,  where  is  Little 
John? 

Of  him  fain  would  I  hear ;  no 

For  we  are  alide  by  the  mothers  side, 

And  he  is  my  kinsman  dear." 

Then  Robin  Hood  blew  on  the  beaugle  horn, 

He  blew  full  lowd  and  shrill, 
And  quickly  anon  appear'd  Little  John,          us 

Come  tripping  down  a  green  hill. 

"O  what  is  the  matter?"  then  said  Little 
John, 

"  Master,  I  pray  you  tell ; 
Why  do  you  stand  with  your  staff  in  your  hand  ? 

I  fear  all  is  not  well."  120 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    TANNER.          229 

"  0  man  I  do  stand,  and  he  makes  me  stand, 
The  tanner  that  stands  thee  beside ; 

He  is  a  bonny  blade,  and  master  of  his  trade, 
For  soundly  he  hath  tan'd  my  hide." 

"  He  is  to  be  commended,"  then  said  Little  John, 
"  If  such  a  feat  he  can  do ;  125 

If  he  be  so  stout,  we  will  have  a  bout, 
And  he  shall  tan  my  hide  too." 

"Hold  thy  hand,  hold  thy  hand,"  said  Robin 
Hood, 

"  For  as  I  do  understand,  130 

He's  a  yeoman  good  of  thine  own  blood, 

For  his  name  is  Arthur-a-Bland." 

Then  Little  John  threw  his  staff  away, 

As  far  as  he  could  it  fling, 
And  ran  out  of  hand  to  Arthur-a-Bland,          135 

And  about  his  neck  did  cling. 

With  loving  respect,  there  was  no  neglect, 

They  were  neither  nice  nor  coy, 
Each  other  did  face  with  a  lovely  grace, 

And  both  did  weep  for  joy.  140 

Then  Robin  Hood  took  them  both  by  the  hands, 
And  danc'd  round  about  the  oke  tree ; 

"  For  three  merry  men,  and  three  merry  men, 
And  three  merry  men  we  be. 


230  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    TINKER. 

"And  ever  hereafter  as  long  as  we  live,  i 

We  three  will  be  as  one  ; 
The  wood  it  shall  ring,  and  the  old  wife  sing, 

Of  Robin  Hood,  Arthur,  and  John. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  TINKER. 

Eitson's  Kobin  Hood,  ii.  41. 

FROM  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  library  'of 
Anthony  a  Wood.     The  full  title  is, 

A  new  song  to  drive  away  cold  winter, 
Between  Robin  Hood  and  the  jovial  tinker: 

How  Robin  by  a  wile 

The  Tinker  he  did  cheat; 

But  at  the  length,  as  you  shall  hear, 

The  Tinker  did  him  beat, 

Whereby  the  same  they  did  then  so  agree, 

They  after  liv'd  in  love  and  unity. 

To  the  tune  of,  In  Summer  time. 

IN  summer  time,  when  leaves  grow  green, 

Down,  a  down,  a  down, 
And  birds  singing  on  every  tree, 
Hey  down,  a  down,  a  down, 
Robin  Hood  went  to  Nottingham, 

Down,  a  down,  a  down, 
As  fast  as  hee  could  dree. 

Hey  down,  a  down,  a  down. 


ROBIN   PIOOD    AND    THE    TINKER.          231 

And  as  hee  came  to  Nottingham,  s 

A  tinker  he  did  meet, 
And  seeing  him  a  lusty  blade, 

He  did  him  kindly  greet. 

"  Where  dost  thou  live  ?  "  quoth  Robin  Hood, 
"  I  pray  thee  now  mee  tell :  w 

Sad  news  I  hear  there  is  abroad, 
I  fear  all  is  not  well." 

"  What  is  that  news  ?  "  the  tinker  said ; 

"  Tell  mee  without  delay ; 
I  am  a  tinker  by  my  trade,  u 

And  do  live  in  Banbura." 

"  As  for  the  news,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  It  is  but  as  I  hear, 
Two  tinkers  were  set  i'th'  stocks, 

For  drinking  ale  and  beer."  * 

«  If  that  be  all,"  the  tinker  said, 

"  As  I  may  say  to  you, 
Your  news  is  not  worth  a  f — t, 

Since  that  they  all  bee  true. 

"  For  drinking  of  good  ale  and  beer,  * 

You  will  not  lose  your  part : " 
"No,  by  my  faith,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  I  love  it  with  all  my  heart. 


232     ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  TINKER. 

"  What  news  abroad  ?"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 
"  Tell  me  what  thou  dost  hear : 

Seeing  thou  goest  from  town  to  town, 
Some  news  thou  need  not  fear." 

"  All  the  news  I  have,"  the  tinker  said, 

"  I  hear  it  is  for  good, 
It  is  to  seek  a  bold  outlaw, 

Which  they  call  Robin  Hood. 

"  I  have  a  warrant  from  the  king, 

To  take  him  where  I  can  ; 
If  you  can  tell  me  where  hee  is, 

I  will  make  you  a  man. 

"  The  king  would  give  a  hundred  pound 

That  he  could  but  him  see  ; 
And  if  wee  can  but  now  him  get, 

It  will  serve  thee  and  mee." 

"  Let  me  see  that  warrant,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  He  see  if  it  bee  right ; 
And  I  will  do  the  best  I  can 

For  to  take  him  this  night. 

"  That  will  I  not,"  the  tinker  said, 

"  None  with  it  I  will  trust ; 
And  where  hee  is  if  you'll  not  tell, 

Take  him  by  force  I  must." 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE   TINKER.  233 

But  Robin  Hood  perceiving  well 

How  then  the  game  would  go, 
"  If  you  would  go  to  Nottingham,  w 

We  shall  find  him  I  know." 

The  tinker  had  a  crab-tree  staff, 
Which  was  both  good  and  strong ; 

Robin  hee  had  a  good  strong  blade, 

So  they  went  both  along.  eo 

And  when  they  came  to  Nottingham, 

There  they  both  tooke  their  inn  ; 
And  there  they  called  for  ale  and  wine, 

To  drink  it  was  no  sin. 

But  ale  and  wine  they  drank  so  fast,  es 

That  the  tinker  hee  forgot 
What  thing  he  was  about  to  do  ; 

It  fell  so  to  his  lot, 

That  while  the  tinker  fell  asleep, 

Robin  made  then  haste  away,  70 

And  left  the  tinker  in  the  lurch, 

For  the  great  shot  to  pay. 

But  when  the  tinker  wakened, 

And  saw  that  he  was  gone, 
He  call'd  then  even  for  his  host,  ft 

And  thus  he  made  his  moan : 


234  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    TINKER. 

"  I  had  a  warrant  from  the  king. 
Which  might  have  done  me  good, 

That  is  to  take  a  bold  outlaw, 

Some  call  him  Robin  Hood.  so 

"  But  now  my  warrant  and  mony's  gone, 

Nothing  I  have  to  pay ; 
But  he  that  promis'd  to  be  my  friend, 

He  is  gone  and  fled  away." 

"  That  friend  you  tell  on,"  said  the  host,  & 

"  They  call  him  Robin  Hood  ; 
And  when  that  first  hee  met  with  you, 

He  ment  you  little  good." 

"  Had  I  but  known  it  had  been  hee, 

When  that  I  had  him  here,  90 

Th'  one  of  us  should  have  tri'd  our  might 
Which  should  have  paid  full  dear. 

"  In  the  mean  time  I  will  away, 

No  longer  here  He  bide, 
But  I  will  go  and  seek  him  out,  s» 

Whatever  do  me  betide. 

"  But  one  thing  I  would  gladly  know, 

What  here  I  have  to  pay ; " 
"  Ten  shillings  just,"  then  said  the  host ; 

"He  pay  without  delay  ;  100 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    TINKER.  235 

"  Or  elce  take  here  my  working-bag, 

And  my  good  hammer  too  ; 
And  if  that  I  light  but  on  the  knave. 

I  will  then  soon  pay  you." 

"  The  onely  way,"  then  said  the  host,  va 

"  And  not  to  stand  in  fear, 
Is  to  seek  him  among  the  parks, 

Killing  of  the  kings  deer." 

The  tinker  hee  then  went  with  speed, 

And  made  then  no  delay,  no 

Till  he  had  found  bold  Robin  Hood, 
That  they  might  have  a  fray. 

At  last  hee  spy'd  him  in  a  park, 

Hunting  then  of  the  deer ; 
«  What  knave  is  that,"  quoth  Robin  Hood,      iw 

"  That  doth  come  mee  so  near  ?  " 

"  No  knave,  no  knave,"  the  tinker  said, 

"  And  that  you  soon  shall  know ; 
Whether  of  us  hath  done  any  wrong, 

My  crab-tree  staff  shall  show."  120 

Then  Robin  drew  his  gallant  blade, 

Made  then  of  trusty  steel ; 
But  the  tinker  he  laid  on  so  fast, 

That  he  made  Robin  reel. 


236  ROBIN   HOOD   AND    THE    TINKER. 

Then  Robins  anger  did  arise  :  vx 

He  fought  right  manfully, 
Until  he  had  made  the  tinker 

Almost  then  fit  to  fly. 

With  that  they  had  a  bout  again, 

They  ply'd  their  weapons  fast ;  iso 

The  tinker  threshed  his  bones  so  sore, 

He  made  him  yeeld  at  last. 

"  A  boon,  a  boon,"  Robin  hee  cryes, 

"  If  thou  will  grant  it  mee ; " 
"Before  I  do  it,"  the  tinker  said,  135 

"  He  hang  thee  on  this  tree." 

But  the  tinker  looking  him  about, 

Robin  his  horn  did  blow  ; 
Then  came  unto  him  Little  John, 

And  William  Scadlock  too.  HO 

"  What  is  the  matter,"  quoth  Little  John, 

"  You  sit  on  th'  highway  side  ?  " 
"  Here  is  a  tinker  that  stands  by, 

That  hath  paid  well  my  hide." 

"  That  tinker  then,"  said  Little  John,  us 

"  Fain  that  blade  I  would  see, 
And  I  would  try  what  I  could  do, 

If  hee'l  do  as  much  for  me." 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    TINKER.  237 

But  Robin  hee  then  wish'd  them  both 

They  should  the  quarrel  cease,  150 

"  That  henceforth  wee  may  bee  as  one, 
And  ever  live  in  peace. 

"  And  for  the  jovial  tinkers  part, 

A  hundred  pounds  He  give 
In  th'  year  to  maintain  him  on,  IK 

As  long  as  he  doth  live. 

"  In  manhood  he  is  a  mettled  man, 

And  a  mettle-man  by  trade  ; 
Never  thought  I  that  any  man 

Should  have  made  mee  so  afraid.  im 

"  And  if  hee  will  bee  one  of  us, 

We  will  take  all  one  fare  ; 
And  whatsoever  wee  do  get, 

He  shall  have  his  full  share." 

So  the  tinker  was  content  i« 

With  them  to  go  along, 
And  with  them  a  part  to  take  : 

And  so  I  end  my  song. 


238       ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    SHEPHERD. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  SHEPHERD. 

SHEWING  how  Robin  Hood,  Little  John,  and  the 
Shepherd  fought  a  sore  combate. 

The  shepherd  fought  for  twenty  pound,  and  Robin  for  bottle 

and  bag, 
But  the  shepherd  stout  gave  them  the  rout,  so  sore  they 

could  not  wag. 

Tune  is,  Robin  Hood  and  Queen  Katherine. 

"  From  two  old  black-letter  copies,  one  of  them  in 
the  collection  of  Anthony  a  Wood,  the  other  in  that  of 
Thomas  Pearson,  Esq.,"  [now  in  the  British  Museum.] 
Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  55. 

The  same  story,  with  verbal  coincidences,  serves 
for  the  first  part  of  King  Alfred  and  the  Shepherd. 

ALL  gentlemen  and  yeomen  good, 

Down,  a  down,  a  down,  a  down, 
I  wish  you  to  draw  near ; 
For  a  story  of  gallant  bold  Robin  Hood 
Unto  you  I  will  declare. 
Down,  Sfc. 

As  Robin  Hood  walkt  the  forrest  along,  « 

Some  pastime  for  to  spie, 
There  he  was  aware  of  a  jolly  shepherd, 

That  on  the  ground  did  lie. 

"  Arise,  arise,"  cried  jolly  Robin, 

"  And  now  come  let  me  see  10 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    SHEPHERD.       239 

What's  in  thy  bag  and  bottle,  I  say, 
Come  tell  it  unto  me." 

"  What's  that  to  thee,  thou  proud  fellow  ? 

Tell  me  as  I  do  stand ; 
What  hast  thou  to  do  with  my  bag  and  bottle?  10 

Let  me  see  thy  command." 

"  My  sword,  which  hangeth  by  my  side, 

Is  my  command  I  know  ; 
Come,  and  let  me  taste  of  thy  bottle, 

Or  it  may  breed  thy  woe."  20 

"  The  devil  a  drop,  thou  proud  fellow, 

Of  my  bottle  thou  shalt  see, 
Until  thy  valour  here  be  tried, 

Whether  thou  wilt  fight  or  flee." 

«  What  shall  we  fight  for  ?  "  cries  Eobin  Hood,  25 

"  Come  tell  it  unto  me  ; 
Here  is  twenty  pound  in  good  red  gold, 

Win  it,  and  take  it  thee." 

The  shepherd  stood  all  in  a  maze, 

And  knew  not  what  to  say ;  so 

"  I  have  no  money,  thou  proud  fellow, 

But  bag  and  bottle  I'le  lay." 

"  I  am  content,  thou  shepherd  swain, 
Fling  them  down  on  the  ground  ; 


240   ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  SHEPHERD. 

But  it  will  breed  thee  mickle  pain, 
To  win  my  twenty  pound." 

"  Come  draw  thy  sword,  thou  proud  fellow, 
Thou  standest  too  long  to  prate ; 

This  hook  of  mine  shall  let  thee  know, 
A  coward  I  do  hate." 

So  they  fell  to  it,  full  hard  and  sore  ; 

It  was  on  a  summers  day  ; 
From  ten  till  four  in  the  afternoon 

The  shepherd  held  him  play. 

Robin's  buckler  proved  his  chiefest  defence, 

And  saved  him  many  a  bang, 
For  every  blow  the  shepherd  gave 

Made  Robins  sword  cry  twang. 

Many  a  sturdie  blow  the  shepherd  gave, 

And  that  bold  Robin  found, 
Till  the  blood  ran  trickling  from  his  head, 

Then  he  fell  to  the  ground. 

"  Arise,  arise,  thou  proud  fellow, 
And  thou  shalt  have  fair  play, 

If  thou  wilt  yield,  before  thou  go, 
That  I  have  won  the  day." 

"  A  boon,  a  boon,"  cry'd  bold  Robin, 
"  If  that  a  man  thou  be, 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    SHEPHERD.        241 

Then  let  me  take  my  beugle  horn, 

And  blow  out  blasts  three."  eo 

Then  said  the  shepherd  to  bold  Robin, 

"  To  that  will  I  agree  ; 
For  if  thou  shouldst  blow  till  to-morrow  morn, 

I  scorn  one  foot  to  flee." 

Then  Robin  he  set  his  horn  to  his  mouth,        65 

And  he  blew  with  mickle  main, 
Until  he  espied  Little  John 

Come  tripping  over  the  plain. 

"  O  who  is  yonder,  thou  proud  fellow, 

That  comes  down  yonder  hill  ?  "  TO 

"  Yonder  is  John,  bold  Robin  Hoods  man, 
Shall  fight  with  thee  thy  fill." 

"  What  is  the  matter  ?  "  saies  Little  John, 

"  Master,  come  tell  unto  me : " 
"  My  case  is  bad,"  cries  Robin  Hood,  75 

"  For  the  shepherd  hath  conquered  me." 

"  I  am  glad  of  that,"  cries  Little  John, 

"  Shepherd  turn  thou  to  me  ; 
For  a  bout  with  thee  I  mean  to  have, 

Either  come  fight  or  flee."  so 

"  With  all  my  heart,  thou  proud  fellow, 
For  it  never  shall  be  said 


VOL.  v.  16 


242   ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  SHEPHERD. 

That  a  shepherds  hook  at  thy  sturdy  look 
Will  one  jot  be  dismaied." 

So  they  fell  to  it,  full  hardy  and  sore,  M 

Striving  for  victorie  ; 
"  I  will  know,"  says  John,  "  ere  we  give  o'er, 

Whether  thou  wilt  fight  or  flee." 

The  shepherd  gave  John  a  sturdie  blow, 

With  his  hook  under  the  chin  ;  so 

"  Beshrew  thy  heart,"  said  Little  John, 
"  Thou  basely  dost  begin." 

"  Nay,  that  is  nothing,"  said  the  shepherd  ; 

"  Either  yield  to  me  the  daie, 
Or  I  will  bang  thy  back  and  sides,  as 

Before  thou  goest  thy  way. 

"  What,  dost  thou  think,  thou  proud  fellow, 

That  thou  canst  conquer  me  ? 
Nay,  thou  shalt  know,  before  thou  go, 

I'll  fight  before  Tie  flee."  100 

Again  the  shepherd  laid  on  him, 

'  Just  as  he  first  begun  ; ' 
«  Hold  thy  hand,"  cry'd  bold  Robin, 

"  I  will  yield  the  wager  won." 

"  With  all  my  heart,"  said  Little  John,  IOB 

"  To  that  I  will  agree  ; 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    PEDDLERS.        243 

For  he  is  the  flower  of  shepherd  swains, 
The  like  I  did  never  see." 

Thus  have  you  heard  of  Robin  Hood, 

Also  of  Little  John,  no 

How  a  shepherd  swain  did  conquer  them ; 
The  like  was  never  known. 


KOBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  PEDDLERS. 

COMMUNICATED  to  Gutch  by  Mr.  Payne  Collier, 
and  first  published  in  Gutch's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  351. 

WILL  you  heare  a  tale  of  Robin  Hood, 

Will  Scarlett,  and  Little  John  ? 
Now  listen  awhile,  it  will  make  you  smile, 

As  before  it  hath  many  a  one. 

They  were  archers  three,  of  hie  degree,  5 

As  good  as  ever  drewe  bowe  ; 
Their  arrowes  were  long  and  their  armes  were 
strong, 

As  most  had  cause  to  knowe. 

But  one  sommers  day,  as  they  toke  their  way 
Through  the  forrest  of  greene  Sherwood,        10 

To  kill  the  kings  deare,  you  shall  presently  heare 
What  befell  these  archers  good. 


244        ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    PEDDLERS. 

They  were  ware  on  the  roade  of  three  peddlers 
with  loade, 

For  each  one  had  his  packe, 
Full  of  all  wares  for  countrie  faires,  is 

Trust  up  upon  his  backe. 

A  good  oke  staffe,  a  yard  and  a  halfe, 

Each  one  had  in  his  hande  ; 
And  they  were  all  boune  to  Nottingham  toune, 

As  you  shall  understand.  ao 

"  Yonder  I  see  bolde  peddlers  three," 

Said  Robin  to  Scarlett  and  John ; 
"  Wele  search  their  packes  upon  their  backes 

Before  that  they  be  gone. 

"  Holla,  good  fellowes  !  "  quod  Robin  Hood,        25 

"  Whether  is  it  ye  doe  goe  ? 
Now  stay  and  rest,  for  that  is  the  best, 

'Tis  well  you  should  doe  so." 

"  Noe  rest  we  neede,  on  our  roade  we  speede, 
Till  to  Nottingham  we  get : "  » 

"  Thou  tellst  a  lowde  lye,"  said  Robin,  "  for  I 
Can  see  that  ye  swinke  and  swet." 

The  peddlers  three  crosst  over  the  lee, 

They  did  not  list  to  fight : 
"  I  charge  ye  tarrie,"  quod  Robin,  "  for  marry,  35 

This  is  my  owne  land  by  right. 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    PEDDLERS.        245 

"  This  is  my  manner  and  this  is  my  parke, 

I  would  have  ye  for  to  knowe  ; 
Ye  are  bolde  outlawes,  I  see  by  cause 

Ye  are  so  prest  to  goe.  ** 

The  peddlers  three  turned  round  to  see, 

Who  it  might  be  they  herd ; 
Then  again  went  on  as  they  list  to  be  gone, 

And  never  answered  word. 

Then  tooke  Robin  Hood  an  arrow  so  good,          « 

Which  he  did  never  lacke, 
And  drewe  his  bo  we,  and  the  swift  arrowe 

Went  through  the  last  peddlers  packe. 

For  him  it  was  well  on  the  packe  it  fell, 

Or  his  life  had  found  an  end  ;  eo 

And  it  pierct  the  skin  of  his  backe  within, 
Though  the  packe  did  stand  his  friend. 

Then  downe  they  flung  their  packes  each  one, 

And  stayde  till  Robin  came. 
Quod  Robin,  "  I  saide  ye  had  better  stayde  ;       55 

Good  sooth,  ye  were  to  blame." 

"  And  who  art  thou  ?  by  S.  Crispin,  I  vowe, 

He  quickly  cracke  thy  head  !  " 
Cried  Robin,  "  Come  on,  all  three,  or  one  ; 

It  is  not  so  soone  done  as  said.  «o 


246       ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE   PEDDLERS. 

"  My  name,  by  the  roode,  is  Robin  Hood, 

And  this  is  Scarlett  and  John ; 
It  is  three  to  three,  ye  may  plainelie  see, 

Soe  now,  brave  fellow es,  laye  on." 

The  first  peddlers  blowe  brake  Robins  bowe,       w 

That  he  had  in  his  hand  ; 
And  Scarlett  and  John,  they  eche  had  one 

That  they  unneath  could  stand. 

"  Now  holde  your  handes,"  cried  Robin  Hood, 
"  For  ye  have  oken  staves  ;  n 

But  tarie  till  wee  can  get  but  three, 
And  a  fig  for  all  your  braves." 

Of  the  peddlers  the  first,  his  name  Kit  o  Thirske, 

Said,  "  We  are  well  content ;  " 
So  eche  tooke  a  stake  for  his  weapon,  to  make    re 

The  peddlers  to  repent. 

Soe  to  it  they  fell,  and  their  blowes  did  ring  well 

Uppon  the  others  backes  ; 
And  gave  the  peddlers  cause  to  wish 

They  had  not  cast  their  packes.  so 

Yet  the  peddlers  three  of  their  blowes  were  so  free, 

That  Robin  began  far  to  rue  ; 
And  Scarlett,  and  John,  had  such  loade  laide  on, 

It  made  the  sunne  looke  blue. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  PEDDLERS.   247 

At  last  Kits  oke  caught  Robin  a  stroke,  « 

That  made  his  head  to  sound  ; 
He   staggerd,   and    reelde,   till    he   fell    on   the 
fields, 

And  the  trees  with  him  went  round. 

"  Now  holde  your  harides,"  cried  Little  John, 
And  soe  said  Scarlett  eke  ;  so 

"  Our  maister  is  slaine,  I  tell  you  plaine, 
He  never  more  will  speake." 

"Now,  heaven  forefend  he  come  to  that  end," 

Said  Kit,  "  I  love  him  well ; 
But  let  him  learne  to  be  wise  in  turne,  & 

And  not  with  poore  peddlers  mell. 

"  In  my  packe,  God  wot,  I  a  balsame  have  got, 

That  soone  his  hurts  will  heale  ;  " 
And  into  Robin  Hoods  gaping  mouth 

He  presentlie  powrde  some  deale.  100 

"  Now  fare  ye  well,  tis  best  not  to  tell, 

How  ye  three  peddlers  met ; 
Or  if  that  ye  doe,  prithee  tell  alsoe, 

How  they  made  ye  swinke  and  swett." 

Poor  Robin  in  sound  they  left  on  the  ground,     105 

And  hied  them  to  Nottingham, 
Whilst  Scarlett  and  John,  Robin  tended  on, 

Till  at  length  his  senses  came. 


248   THE  BOLD  PEDLAR  AND  ROBIN  HOOD. 

No  sooner,  in  haste,  did  Robin  Hood  taste 

The  balsame  he  had  tane,  no 

Then  he  gan  to  spevve,  and  up  he  threwe 
The  balsame  all  againe. 

And  Scarlett,  and  John,  who  were  looking  on 

Their  master  as  he  did  lie, 
Had  their  faces  besmeared,  both  eies  and  beard,  n» 

Therewith  most  piteouslie. 

Thus  ended  that  fray ;  soe  beware  alwaye 

How  ye  doe  challenge  foes  ; 
Looke  well  aboute  they  are  not  to  stoute,  • 

Or  you  may  have  worst  of  the  blowes.  120 


THE  BOLD  PEDLAR  AND  ROBIN  HOOD. 

FROM  Dixon's  "  Ancient  Poems,  Ballads,  and  Songs 
of  the  Peasantry  of  England"  Percy  Society,  vol. 
xvii.  p.  71. — "  An  aged  female  in  Bermondsey,  Surrey, 
from  whose  oral  recitation  the  editor  took  down  the 
present  version,  informed  him,  that  she  had  often  heard 
her  grandmother  sing  it,  and  that  it  was  never  in  print ; 
but  he  has  of  late  met  with  several  common  stall 
copies." 

THERE  chanced  to  be  a  pedlar  bold, 
A  pedlar  bold  he  chanced  to  be, 


THE    BOLD    PEDLAR    AND    ROBIN   HOOD.       249 

He  rolled  his  pack  all  on  his  back, 
And  he  came  tripping  o'er  the  lee.' 

Down,  a  down,  a  down,  a  down, 
Down,  a  down,  a  down. 

By  chance  he  met  two  troublesome  blades,  » 

Two  troublesome  blades  they  chanced  to  be  ; 

The  one  of  them  was  bold  Robin  Hood, 
And  the  other  was  Little  John  so  free. 

"  Oh !  pedlar,  pedlar,  what  is  in  thy  pack, 

Come  speedilie  and  tell  to  me  ?  "  10 

"  I've  several  suits  of  the  gay  green  silks, 
And  silken  bow-strings  two  or  three." 

"If  you   have   several   suits  of  the   gay   green 
silk, 

And  silken  bow-strings  two  or  three, 
Then  it's  by  my  body,"  cries  Little  John,  15 

"  One  half  your  pack  shall  belong  to  me." 

"  O  nay,  o  nay,"  says  the  pedlar  bold, 

"  0  nay,  o  nay,  that  never  can  be  ; 
For  there's  never  a  man  from  fair  Nottingham 

Can  take  one  half  my  pack  from  me."  20 

Then  the  pedlar  he  pulled  off  his  pack, 

And  put  it  a  little  below  his  knee, 
Saying,  "  If  you  do  move  me  one  perch  from  this, 

My  pack  and  all  shall  gang  with  thee." 


250      THE   BOLD    PEDLAR    AND    ROBIN    HOOD. 

Then  Little  John  he  drew  his  sword ;  25 

The  pedlar  by  his  pack  did  stand ; 
They  fought  until  they  both  did  sweat, 

Till  he  cried,  "  Pedlar,  pray  hold  your  hand." 

Then  Robin  Hood  he  was  standing  by, 

And  he  did  laugh  most  heartilie  ;  so 

Saying,  "  I  could  find  a  man  of  a  smaller  scale, 
Could  thrash  the  pedlar  and  also  thee." 

"  Go  you  try,  master,"  says  Little  John, 
"  Go  you  try,  master,  most  speedilie, 

Or  by  my  body,"  says  Little  John,  » 

"  I  am  sure  this  night  you  will  not  know  me." 

Then  Robin  Hood  he  drew  his  sword, 
And  the  pedlar  by  his  pack  did  stand, 

They  fought  till  the  blood  in  streams  did  flow, 
Till  he  cried,  "  Pedlar,  pray  hold  your  hand !  40 

"  Pedlar,  pedlar,  what  is  thy  name  ? 

Come  speedilie  and  tell  to  me : " 
"  My  name !  my  name  I  ne'er  will  tell, 

Till  both  your  names  you  have  told  to  me." 

"  The  one  of  us  is  bold  Robin  Hood,  « 

And  the  other  Little  John  so  free  : " 

"  Now,"   says  the  pedlar,  "  it  lays  to  my   good 

will, 
Whether  my  name  I  chuse  to  tell  to  thee. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.  251 

"  I  am  Gamble  Gold  of  the  gay  green  woods, 
And  travelled  far  beyond  the  sea ;  BO 

For  killing  a  man  in  my  father's  land, 
From  my  country  I  was  forced  to  flee." 

"  If  you  are  Gamble  Gold  of  the  gay  green  woods, 

And  travelled  far  beyond  the  sea, 
You  are  my  mother's  own  sister's  son ;  5.5 

What  nearer  cousins  then  can  we  be  ?  " 

They  sheathed  their  swords  with  friendly  words, 

So  merrilie  they  did  agree, 
They  went  to  a  tavern  and  there  they  dined, 

And  bottles  cracked  most  merrilie.  GO 


KOBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BEGGAR: 

SHEWING  how  Robin  Hood  and  the  Beggar  fought, 
and  how  he  changed  cloaths  with  the  Beggar,  and  how 
he  went  a  begging  to  Nottingham :  and  how  he  saved 
three  brethren  from  being  hang'd  for  stealing  of  deer. 
To  the  tune  of  Robin  Hood  and  the  Stranger. 

"  From  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection  of 
Anthony  k  Wood."  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  126. 

The  three  pieces  which  follow  are  all  different 
versions  of  what  is  called  the  Second  Part  of  this 
ballad. 


252  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE   BEGGAR. 

COME  and  listen,  you  gentlemen  all, 

Hey  down,  down,  an  a  down, 

That  mirth  do  love  for  to  hear, 
And  a  story  true  He  tell  unto  you, 

If  that  you  will  but  draw  near. 

In  elder  times,  when  merriment  was, 

And  archery  was  holden  good, 
There  was  an  outlaw,  as  many  do  know 

Which  men  called  Robin  Hood. 

Upon  a  time  it  chanced  so 

Bold  Robin  was  merry  disposed, 

His  time  to  spend  he  did  intend, 
Either  with  friend  or  foes. 

Then  he  got  upon  a  gallant  brave  steed, 
The  which  was  worth  angels  ten, 

With  a  mantle  of  green,  most  brave  to  be  seen, 
He  left  all  his  merry  men. 

And  riding  towards  Nottingham, 

Some  pastime  for  to  'spy, 
There  was  he  aware  of  a  jolly  beggar, 

As  ere  he  beheld  with  his  eye. 

An  old  patcht  coat  the  beggar  had  on, 
Which  he  daily  did  use  to  wear ; 

And  many  a  bag  about  him  did  wag, 
Which  made  Robin  to  him  repair. 

24.  Robin  Hood. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE   BEGGAR.  253 

"  God  speed,  God  speed,"  said  Robin  Hood,     25 
"  What  countryman  ?  tell  to  me : " 

"  I  am  Yorkshire,  sir ;  but,  ere  you  go  far, 
Some  charity  give  unto  me." 

"  Why,  what  wouldst  thou  have  ?  "  said  Robin 
Hood, 

"  I  pray  thee  tell  unto  me :  "  so 

"  No  lands  nor  livings,"  the  beggar  he  said, 

"  But  a  penny  for  charitie." 

"  I  have  no  money,"  said  Robin  Hood  then, 
"  But  [am]  a  ranger  within  the  wood ; 

I  am  an  outlaw,  as  many  do  know,  ss 

My  name  it  is  Robin  Hood. 

"  But  yet  I  must  tell  thee,  bonny  beggar, 
That  a  bout  with  [thee]  I  must  try ; 

Thy  coat  of  gray,  lay  down  I  say, 

And  my  mantle  of  green  shall  lye  by."         40 

"  Content,  content,"  the  beggar  he  cry'd, 

"  Thy  part  it  will  be  the  worse  ; 
For  I  hope  this  bout  to  give  thee  the  rout, 

And  then  have  at  thy  purse." 

So  the  beggar  he  had  a  mickle  long  staffe,       4.5 
And  Robin  had  a  nut-brown  sword ; 

46,  he  had. 


254  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

So  the  beggar  drew  nigh,  and  at  Robin  let  fly, 
But  gave  him  never  a  word. 

"  Fight  on,  fight  on,"  said  Robin  Hood  then, 
"  This  game  well  pleaseth  me  ; "  so 

For  every  blow  that  Robin  gave, 
The  beggar  gave  buffets  three. 

And  fighting  there  full  hard  and  sore, 

Not  far  from  Nottingham  town, 
They  never  fled,  till  from  Robin  Hoods  head  « 

The  blood  came  trickling  down. 

"  O  hold  thy  hand,"  said  Robin  Hood  then, 

"And  thou  and  I  will  agree ; " 
"  If  that  be  true,"  the  beggar  he  said, 

"  Thy  mantle  come  give  unto  me."  «> 

u  Now  a  change,  a  change,"  cri'd  Robin  Hood, 

Thy  bags  and  coat  give  me  ; 
And  this  mantle  of  mine  He  to  thee  resign, 

My  horse  and  my  braverie." 

When  Robin  Hood  had  got  the  beggars  clothes,  ss 

He  looked  round  about ; 
"  Methinks,"  said  he,  "  I  seem  to  be 

A  beggar  brave  and  stout. 

"  For  now  I  have  a  bag  for  my  bread, 

So  have  I  another  for  corn  ;  ro 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR.  255 

I  have  one  for  salt,  and  another  for  malt, 
And  one  for  my  little  horn. 

"And  now  I  will  a  begging  goe, 

Some  charitie  for  to  find :  " 
And  if  any  more  of  Robin  you'll  know,  r-5 

In  the  second  part  'tis  behind. 


[THE  SECOND  PART.] 

Now  Robin  he  is  to  Nottingham  bound, 
With  his  bag  hanging  down  to  his  knee, 

His  staff,  and  his  coat,  scarce  worth  a  groat, 
Yet  merrilie  passed  he.  so 

As  Robin  he  passed  the  streets  along, 

He  heard  a  pittiful  cry  ; 
Three  brethren  dear,  as  he  did  hear, 

Condemned  were  to  dye. 

Then  Robin  he  highed  to  the  sheriffs,  85 

Some  reliefe  for  to  seek  ; 
He  skipt,  and  leapt,  and  capered  full  high, 

As  he  went  along  the  street. 

But  when  to  the  sheriffs  doore  he  came, 

There  a  gentleman  fine  and  brave,  90 

"  Thou  beggar,"  said  he,  "  come  tell  unto  me 
What  it  is  thou  wouldest  have." 


256  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BEGGAR. 

"  No  meat,  nor  drink,"  said  Robin  Hood  then, 

"  That  I  come  here  to  crave  ; 
But  to  get  the  lives  of  yeomen  three,  a* 

And  that  I  fain  would  have." 

"  That  cannot  be,  thou  bold  beggar, 

Their  fact  it  is  so  cleer ; 
I  tell  to  thee,  they  hanged  must  be, 

For  stealing  of  our  kings  deer."  100 

But  when  to  the  gallows  they  did  come, 
There  was  many  a  weeping  eye : 

"  O  hold  your  peace,"  said  Robin  Hood  then, 
"  For  certainly  they  shall  not  dye." 

Then  Robin  he  set  his  horn  to  his  mouth,       ios 

And  he  blew  out  blastes  three, 
Till  a  hundred  bold  archers  brave 

Came  kneeling  down  to  his  knee. 

"  What  is  your  will,  master  ?  "  they  said, 

"  We  are  here  at  your  command  :  "  no 

"Shoot  east,  shoot   west,"   said   Robin    Hood 

then, 
"And  see  you  spare  no  man." 

Then  they  shot  east,  then  they  shot  west, 
Their  arrows  were  so  keen,  , 

The  sheriffe  he,  and  his  companie,  us 

No  longer  could  be  seen. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    OLD    MAN.        257 

Then  lie  stept  to  those  brethren  three, 

And  away  he  has  them  tane  ; 
The  sheriffe  was  crost,  and  many  a  man  lost, 

That  dead  lay  on  the  plain.  120 

And  away  they  went  into  the  merry  green  wood, 

And  sung  with  a  merry  glee ; 
Then  Robin  Hood  took  those  brethren  good 

To  be  of  his  yeomandrie. 


KOBIN  HOOD  AND  THE   OLD  MAN. 

A  FRAGMENT. 

FROM  Jamieson's  Popular  Ballads,  ii.  49,  where  it 
was  printed  "  verbatim  et  literatim "  from  the  Percy 
Manuscript. 

This  is  the  same  story  with  the  two  ballads  which 
follow  and  the  Second  Part  of  the  preceding. 


In  faith,  thou  shalt  have  mine, 
And  20s.  in  thy  purse, 

To  spend  at  ale  and  wine." 

"  Though  your  clothes  are  of  light  Lincolne  green, 
And  mine  gray  russet,  and  torne,  5 

VOL.  v.  17 


258    ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  OLD  MAN. 

Yet  it  doth  not  you  beseme 
To  doe  an  old  man  scorne." 

"  I  scorne  thee  not,  old  man,"  says  Robin, 

"  By  the  faith  of  my  body  ; 
Doe  of  thy  clothes,  thou  shalt  have  mine,  10 

For  it  may  noe  better  be." 

But  Robin  did  on  the  old  mans  hose, 

The  were  torn  in  the  wrist ; 
"  When  I  looke  on  my  leggs,"  said  Robin, 

"  Then  for  to  laugh  I  list."  is 

But  Robin  did  on  the  old  mans  shoes, 

And  the  were  chitt  full  cleane  ; 
"  Now  by  my  faith,"  says  Little  John, 

"  These  are  good  for  thornes  keene." 

But  Robin  did  on  the  old  mans  cloake,  20 

And  it  was  torne  in  the  necke ; 
"  Now  by  my  faith,"  said  William  Scarlett, 

"  Heere  shold  be  set  a  specke." 

But  Robin  did  on  the  old  mans  hood, 

Itt  goggled  on  his  crowne ;  25 

"  When  I  come  into  Nottingham,"  said  Robin, 

"  My  hood  it  will  lightly  downe. 

8.  By  proposing,  that  is,  to  make  an  exchange  of  clothes, 
the  bargain  being  so  much  to  the  advantage  of  the  old  man. 
JAMIESON. 

27,  i.e.  I  shall  easily  bare  my  head,  in  reverence  to  the 
sheriff,  &c. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    OLD    MAN.         259 

"  But  yonder  is  an  outwood,"  said  Robin, 

"  An  outwood  all  and  a  shade, 
And  thither  I  reede  you,  my  merrymen  all,         so 

The  ready  way  to  take. 

u  And  when  you  heare  my  little  home  blow, 
Come  raking  all  on  a  rowte, 


home  to  his  mouth, 

A  loud  blast  cold  he  blow,  35 

Full  three  hundred  bold  yeomen 
Came  raking  all  on  a  row. 

But  Robin  cast  downe  his  baggs  of  bread, 

Soe  did  he  his  staffe  with  a  face, 
And  in  a  doublet  of  red  velvett  40 

This  yeoman  stood  in  his  place. 

But  Robin  he  lope,  and  Robin  he  threw, 

He  lope  over  stocke  and  stone, 
But  those  that  saw  Robin  Hood  run 

Said  he  was  a  liver  old  man.  45 

"  But  bend  your  bowes,  and  stroke  your  strings, 

Set  the  gallow  tree  aboute, 
And  Christes  curse  on  his  head,"  said  Robin, 

'•  That  spares  the  sheriff  and  the  sergeant. 

33.  Nine  or  ten  stanzas  wanting.    J. 

49.  For  "  the  sergeant "  read  "  his  rowte."    J. 


260    ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  OLD  MAN. 

When  the  sheriffe  see  gentle  Robin  wold  shoote,  so 

He  held  up  both  his  hands, 
Says,  "  Aske,  good  Robin,  and  thou  shalt  have, 

Whether  it  be  house  or  land." 

"  I  will  neither  have  house  nor  land,"  said  Robin, 
"  Nor  gold,  nor  none  of  thy  fee,  55 

But  I  will  have  those  3  squires, 
To  greene  forest  with  mee." 

"Now* marry,  gods  forbott,"  said  the  sheriffe, 

"  That  ever  that  shold  be, 
Ffor  why,  they  be  the  kings  felons ;  » 

They  are  all  condemned  to  dye." 

"  But  grant  me  my  askynge,"  said  Robin, 

"  Or  by  the  faith  of  my  body, 
Thou  shalt  be  the  first  man 

Shall  flower  this  gallow  tree."  « 

But  I  will     .     .     3  squires 


cetera  desunt. 
63,  by  me. 


ROBIN  HOOD  RESCUING  THE  WIDOWS 
THREE  SONS  FROM  THE  SHERIFF,  WHEN 
GOING  TO  BE  EXECUTED. 

Eitson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  155. 

"  THIS  ballad,"  says  Ritson,  "  from  the  York  edi 
tion  of  Robin  Hood's  Garland^-  is  probably  one  of  the 
oldest  extant  of  which  he  is  the  subject.  The  cir 
cumstance  of  Robin's  changing  clothes  with  the  palmer, 
is,  possibly,  taken  from  an  old  romance,  entitled  The 
noble  hystory  of  the  moost  excellent  and  myghty  prynce 
and  Tiygh  renowmed  knyght  kynge  PontTius  of  Galyce 
and  of  lytell  Brytayne.  Emprynted  at  London  in 
Fletestrete,  at  the  sygne  of  the  sonne,  by  Wynken 
de  Worde.  In  the  yere  of  our  lorde  god  1511,  4to. 
bl.  sig,  L  6.  *  And  as  he  (Ponthus)  rode,  he  met 
with  a  poore  palmer,  beggynge  his  brede,  the  whiche 
had  his  gowne  all  to-clouted  and  an  olde  pylled 
hatte :  so  he  alyght,  and  sayd  to  the  palmer,  frende, 
we  shall  make  a  chaunge  of  all  our  garmentes,  for  ye 
shall  have  my  gowne  and  I  shall  have  yours  and  your 
hatte.  A,  syr,  sayd  the  palmer,  ye  bourde  you  with 
me.  In  good  fayth,  sayd  Ponthus,  I  do  not ;  so  he 
dyspoyled  hym  and  cladde  hym  with  all  his  rayment, 

1  The  earliest  known  edition  of  Robin  Hood's  Garland  was 
formerly  in  the  possession  of  Mr.  Douce,  and  is  now  among 
the  books  bequeathed  by  him  to  the  Bodleian  Library.  It 
is  dated  1670,  and  contains  sixteen  ballads.  In  the  later  Gar 
lands  this  number  is  increased  to  twenty  four,  and  to  twenty 


262  ROBIN    HOOD    RESCUING 

and  he  put  upon  hym  the  poore  mannes  gowne,  his 
gyrdell,  his  hosyn,  his  shone,  his  hatte  and  his  bourden.' " 

"  There  is  an  allusion  to  this  ballad,"  adds  Gutch, 
"  in  Anthony  Munday's  play  of  The  Downfall  of  Rob 
ert  Earl  of  Huntington.  Collier's  Old  Plays,  p.  41." 

Another  version  of  this  piece  is  immediately  sub 
joined. 

THERE  are  twelve  months  in  all  the  year, 

As  I  hear  many  say, 
But  the  merriest  month  in  all  the  year 

Is  the  merry  month  of  May. 

Now  Robin  Hood  is  to  Nottingham  gone,  * 

With  a  link  a  down  and  a  day, 
And  there  he  met  a  silly  old  woman, 

Was  weeping  on  the  way. 

"  What  news  ?  what  news,  thou  silly  old  woman  ? 

What  news  hast  thou  for  me  ?  "  10 

Said  she,  "  There's  three  squires  in  Nottingham 
town, 

To-day  is  condemned  to  die." 

"  O  have  they  parishes  burnt  ?  "  he  said, 

"  Or  have  they  ministers  slain  ? 
Or  have  they  robbed  any  virgin,  u 

Or  with  other  men's  wives  have  lain  ?  " 

a  They  have  no  parishes  burnt,  good  sir, 
Nor  yet  have  ministers  slain, 


THE    WIDOWS     THREE    SONS.  263 

Nor  have  they  robbed  any  virgin, 

Nor  with  other  men's  wives  have  lain."  20 

"  O  what  have  they  done  ?  "  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  I  pray  thee  tell  to  me : " 
"  It's  for  slaying  of  the  king's  fallow  deer, 

Bearing  their  long  bows  with  thee." 

"  Dost  thou  not  mind,  old  woman,"  he  said,          25 
"  Since  thou  made  me  sup  and  dine  ? 

By  the  truth  of  my  body,"  quoth  bold  Robin 

Hood, 
"  You  could  not  tell  it  in  better  time." 

Now  Robin  Hood  is  to  Nottingham  gone, 

With  a  link  a  down  and  a  day,  so 

And  there  he  met  with  a  silly  old  palmer, 
Was  walking  along  the  highway. 

"  What  news  ?  what  news,  thou  silly  old  man  ? 

What  news,  I  do  thee  pray  ?  " 
Said  he,  "  Three  squires  in  Nottingham  town      as 

Are  condemn'd  to  die  this  day." 

"  Come  change  thy  apparel  with  me,  old  man, 
Come  change  thy  apparel  for  mine  ; 

Here  is  forty  shillings  in  good  silver, 

Go  drink  it  in  beer  or  wine."  40 

30,  and  a  down  a. 


264  ROBIN   HOOD    RESCUING 

"  0  thine  apparel  is  good,"  he  said, 

"  And  mine  is  ragged  and  torn  ; 
Wherever  you  go,  wherever  you  ride, 

Laugh  ne'er  an  old  man  to  scorn." 

"  Come  change  thy  apparel  with  me,  old  churl,      « 
Come  change  thy  apparel  with  mine  ; 

Here  are  twenty  pieces  of  good  broad  gold, 
Go  feast  thy  brethren  with  wine." 

Then  he  put  on  the  old  man's  hat, 

It  stood  full  high  on  the  crown :  so 

"  The  first  bold  bargain  that  I  come  at, 

It  shall  make  thee  come  down." 

Then  he  put  on  the  old  man's  cloak, 
Was  patch'd  black,  blew,  and  red  ; 

He  thought  it  no  shame  all  the  day  long  53 

To  wear  the  bags  of  bread. 

Then  he  put  on  the  old  man's  breeks, 

Was  patch'd  from  ballup  to  side : 
"  By  the  truth  of  my  body,"  bold  Robin  can  say, 

"  This  man  lov'd  little  pride."  «> 

Then  he  put  on  the  old  man's  hose, 

Were  patch'd  from  knee  to  wrist : 
"  By  the  truth  of  my  body,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 

"  I'd  laugh  if  I  had  any  list." 


THE    WIDOWS     THREE    SONS.  265 

Then  he  put  on  the  old  man's  shoes,  es 

Were  patch'd  both  beneath  and  aboon  ; 

Then  Robin  Hood  swore  a  solemn  oath, 
It's  good  habit  that  makes  a  man. 

Now  Robin  Hood  is  to  Nottingham  gone, 

With  a  link  a  down  and  a  down,  ^ 

And  there  he  met  with  the  proud  sheriff, 
Was  walking  along  the  town. 

"  O  Christ  you  save,  O  sheriff,"  he  said, 

"  O  Christ  you  save  and  see  ; 
And  what  will  you  give  to  a  silly  old  man  TK 

To-day  will  your  hangman  be  ?  " 

"  Some  suits,  some  suits,"  the  sheriff  he  said, 

"  Some  suits  I'll  give  to  thee  : 
Some  suits,  some  suits,  and  pence  thirteen, 

To-day 's  a  hangman's  fee."  so 

Then  Robin  he  turns  him  round  about, 

And  jumps  from  stock  to  stone  : 
"  By  the  truth  of  my  body,"  the  sheriff  he  said, 

"  That's  well  jumpt,  thou  nimble  old  man." 

"  I  was  ne'er  a  hangman  in  all  my  life,  & 

Nor  yet  intends  to  trade  ; 
But  curst  be  he,"  said  bold  Robin, 

"  That  first  a  hangman  was  made. 

73,  74.  Oh  save,  oh  save,  oh  sheriff,  he  said, 
Oh  save  and  you  may  see. 


266  ROBIN    HOOD    RESCUING 

"  I've  a  bag  for  meal,  and  a  bag  for  malt, 

And  a  bag  for  barley  and  corn  ;  w 

A  bag  for  bread,  and  a  bag  for  beef, 
And  a  bag  for  iny  little  small  horn. 

"  I  have  a  horn  in  my  pocket, 

I  got  it  from  Robin  Hood, 
And  still  when  I  set  it  to  my  mouth,  M 

For  thee  it  blows  little  good." 

"O  wind  thy  horn,  thou  proud  fellow, 

Of  thee  I  have  no  doubt : 
I  wish  that  thou  give  such  a  blast 

Till  both  thy  eyes  fall  out."  100 

The  first  loud  blast  that  he  did  blow, 

He  blew  both  loud  and  shrill ; 
A  hundred  and  fifty  of  Robin  Hood's  men 

Came  riding  over  the  hill. 

The  next  loud  blast  that  he  did  give,  105 

He  blew  both  loud  and  amain, 
And  quickly  sixty  of  Robin  Hood's  men 

Came  shining  over  the  plain. 

"  O  who  are  those,"  the  sheriff  he  said, 

"  Come  tripping  over  the  lee  ?  "  no 

"  They're  my  attendants,"  brave  Robin  did  say, 
"  They'll  pay  a  visit  to  thee." 
96,  me. 


THE    THREE    SQUIRES.  267 

They  took  the  gallows  from  the  slack, 

They  set  it  in  the  glen, 
They  hang'd  the  proud  sheriff  on  that,  iw 

Releas'd  their  own  three  men. 


ROBIN  HOOD  RESCUING  THE  THREE 
SQUIRES  FROM  NOTTINGHAM  GAL 
LOWS. 

"  THIS  song,  and  its  tune,  as  the  editor  is  informed 
hy  his  ingenious  friend,  Edward  Williams,  the  Welsh 
bard,  are  well  known  in  South  Wales,  by  the  name  of 
Marchog  Glas,  i.  e.  Green  Knight.  Though  apparent 
ly  ancient,  it  is  not  known  to  exist  in  black  letter,  nor 
has  any  better  authority  been  met  with  than  the  com 
mon  collection  of  Aldermary-churchyard."  RITSON'S 
Robin  Hood,  ii.  216. 

BOLD  Robin  Hood  ranging  the  forrest  all  round, 

The  forrest  all  round  ranged  he, 
0  there  did  he  meet  with  a  gay  lady, 

She  came  weeping  along  the  highway. 

f'  Why  weep  you,  why  weep  you  ?  "  bold  Robin 
he  said,  5 

"  What,  weep  you  for  gold  or  fee  ? 
Or  do  you  weep  for  your  maidenhead, 

That  is  taken  from  your  body  ?  " 


268  ROBIN   HOOD    RESCUING 

"  I  weep  not  for  gold,"  the  lady  reply'd, 

"  Neither  do  I  weep  for  fee  ;  w 

Nor  do  I  weep  for  my  maidenhead, 
That  is  taken  from  my  body." 

"  What  weep  you  for  then  ?  "  said  jolly  Robin, 

u  I  prithee  come  tell  unto  me  ;  " 
"  Oh !  I  do  weep  for  my  three  sons,  is 

For  they  are  all  condemned  to  die." 

"  What  church  have  they  robbed  ?  "   said  jolly 
Robin, 

"  Or  parish-priest  have  they  slain  ? 
What  maids  have  they  forced  against  their  will  ? 

Or  with  other  mens  wives  have  lain  ?  "  20 

"  No  church  have  they  robbed,"  this  lady  reply'd, 
"  Nor  parish-priest  have  they  slain  ; 

No  maids  have  they  forced  against  their  will, 
Nor  with  other  mens  wives  have  lain." 

"  What  have  they  ,done  then  ?  "  said  jolly  Robin,    25 

"  Come  tell  me  most  speedily : " 
"  Oh  !  it  is  for  killing  the  kings  fallow  deer, 

That  they  are  all  condemned  to  die." 

"  Get  you  home,  get  you  home,"  said  jolly  Robin, 
"  Get  you  home  most  speedily,  so 

And  I  will  unto  fair  Nottingham  go, 
For  the  sake  of  the  squires  all  three." 
28,  And. 


THE    THREE    SQUIRES.  269 

•  Then  bold  Robin  Hood  for  Nottingham  goes, 

For  Nottingham  town  goes  he, 
0  there  did  he  meet  with  a  poor  beggar-man,      ss 

He  came  creeping  along  the  highway. 

"  What  news,  what  news,  thou  old  beggar-man  ? 

What  news,  come  tell  unto  me  :  " 
"  0  there's  weeping  and  wailing  in  Nottingham, 

For  the  death  of  the  squires  all  three."  *> 

This  beggar-man  had  a  coat  on  his  back, 
'Twas  neither  green,  yellow,  nor  red ; 

Bold  Robin  Hood  thought  'twas  no  disgrace 
To  be  in  the  beggar-mans  stead. 

"  Come,  pull  off  thy  coat,  thou  old  beggar-man,  *5 

And  thou  shalt  put  on  mine ; 
And  forty  good  shillings  I'll  give  thee  to  boot, 

Besides  brandy,  good  beer,  ale  and  wine." 

Bold  Robin  Hood  then  unto  Nottingham  came, 
Unto  Nottingham  town  came  he  ;  so 

O  there  did  he  meet  with  great  master  sheriff, 
And  likewise  the  squires  all  three. 

"  One  boon,  one  boon,"  says  jolly  Robin, 

"  One  boon  I  beg  on  my  knee ; 
That,  as  for  the  death  of  these  three  squires,       w 

Their  hangman  I  may  be." 


270  ROBIN    HOOD    RESCUING,   ETC* 

"  Soon  granted,  soon  granted,"  says  master  sheriff, 

u  Soon  granted  unto  thee  ; 
And  you  shalt  have  all  their  gay  cloathing, 

Aye,  and  all  their  white  money.  a) 

"  O  I  will  have  none  of  their  gay  cloathing, 

Nor  none  of  their  white  money, 
But  I'll  have  three  blasts  on  my  bugle-horn, 

That  their  souls  to  heaven  may  flee." 

Then  Robin  Hood  mounted  the  gallows  so  high,  cs 

Where  he  blew  loud  and  shrill, 
Till  an  hundred  and  ten  of  Robin  Hoods  men 

Came  marching  down  the  green  hill. 

"  Whose  men  are  these  ?  "  says  master  sheriff, 
"  Whose  men  are  they  ?  corne  tell  unto  me : "     ro 

"  O  they  are  mine,  but  none  of  thine, 
And  are  come  for  the  squires  all  three." 

"  O  take  them,  O  take  them,"  says  great  master 

sheriff, 

"  O  take  them  along  with  thee  ; 
For  there's  never  a  man  in  fair  Nottingham        75 
Can  do  the  like  of  thee. 

65.    When. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  CURTALL  FRYER. 

Ritson's  Robin  Bood,  ii.  61. 

"  FROM  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection 
of  Anthony  a  Wood :  corrected  by  a  much  earlier  one 
in  the  Pepysian  library,  printed  by  H.  Gosson,  about 
the  year  1610  ;  compared  with  a  later  one  in  the  same 
collection.  The  full  title  is :  The  famous  battett  be- 
tweene  Eobin  Hood  and  the  Curtail  Fryer.  To  a  new 
Northern  tune" 

IN  summer  time,  when  leaves  grow  green, 

And  flowers  are  fresh  and  gay, 
Robin  Hood  and  his  merry  men 

Were  disposed  to  play. 

Then  some  would  leape,  and  some  would  runne,  -5 

And  some  would  use  artillery  ; 
"  Which  of  you  can  a  good  bow  draw, 

A  good  archer  for  to  be  ? 

"  Which  of  you  can  kill  a  bucke, 

Or  who  can  kill  a  doe  ?  10 

Or  who  can  kill  a  hart  of  greece 

Five  hundreth  foot  him  fro  ?  " 


272  ROBIN   HOOD 

Will  Scadlocke  he  kild  a  bucke, 

And  Midge  he  kild  a  doe, 
And  Little  John  kild  a  hart  of  greece,  is 

Five  hundreth  foot  him  fro. 

"  Gods  blessing  on  thy  heart,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  That  hath  such  a  shot  for  me  ; 
I  would  ride  my  horse  a  hundred  miles, 

To  find  one  could  match  thee."  20 

This  caused  Will  Scadlocke  to  laugh, 

He  laught  full  heartily  : 
"  There  lives  a  curtail  fryer  in  Fountaines  Abbey 

Will  beate  both  him  and  thee. 

"  The  curtail  fryer  in  Fountaines  Abbey  2.5 

Well  can  a  strong  bow  draw  ; 
He  will  beat  you  and  your  yeomen, 

Set  them  all  on  a  row." 

Robin  Hood  he  tooke  a  solemne  oath, 

It  was  by  Mary  free,  so 

That  he  would  neither  eate  nor  drinke 
Till  the  fryer  he  did  see. 

Robin  Hood  put  on  his  harnesse  good, 

On  his  head  a  cap  of  steel, 
Broad  sword  and  buckler  by  his  side,  35 

And  they  became  him  weele. 


AND  THE  CURTALL  FRYER.       273 

He  tooke  his  bow  into  his  hand, 

It  was  made  of  a  trusty  tree, 
With  a  sheafe  of  arrowes  at  his  belt, 

And  to  Fountaine  Dale  went  he.  *> 

And  comming  unto  Fountaine  Dale, 

No  farther  would  he  ride  ; 
There  he  was  aware  of  the  curtail  fryer, 

Walking  by  the  water  side. 

The  fryer  had  on  a  harnesse  good,  45 

On  his  head  a  cap  of  steel, 
Broad  sword  and  buckler  by  his  side, 

And  they  became  him  weele. 

Robin  Hood  lighted  off  his  horse, 

And  tyed  him  to  a  thorne  :  so 

"  Carry  me  over  the  water,  thou  curtail  fryer, 

Or  else  thy  life's  forlorne." 

The  fryer  tooke  Robin  Hood  on  his  backe, 

Deepe  water  he  did  bestride, 
And  spake  neither  good  word  nor  bad,  w 

Till  he  came  at  the  other  side. 

Lightly  leapt  Robin  offe  the  fryers  backe  ; 

The  fryer  said  to  him  againe, 
"  Carry  me  over  this  water,  [thou]  fine  fellow, 

Or  it  shall  breed  thy  paine."  eo 

VOL.  v.  18 


274  ROBIN   HOOD 

Robin  Hood  took  the  fryer  on  his  backe, 

Deepe  water  he  did  bestride, 
And  spake  neither  good  word  nor  bad, 

Till  he  came  at  the  other  side. 

Lightly  leapt  the  fryer  off  Robin  Hoods  backe  ; 

Robin  Hood  said  to  him  againe, 
"  Carry  me  over  this  water,  thou  curtail  fryer, 

Or  it  shall  breede  thy  pain." 

The  fryer  tooke  Robin  on's  backe  againe, 

And  stept  in  to  the  knee  ; 
Till  he  came  at  the  middle  streame 

Neither  good  nor  bad  spake  he. 

And  comming  to  the  middle  streame, 

There  he  threw  Robin  in  ; 
"  And  chuse  thee,  chuse  thee,  fine  fellow, 

Whether  thou  wilt  sink  or  swim." 

Robin  Hood  swam  to  a  bush  of  broome, 

The  fryer  to  a  wigger  wand  ; 
Bold  Robin  Hood  is  gone  to  shore, 

And  took  his  bow  in  his  hand. 

One  of  his  best  arrowes  under  his  belt 

To  the  fryer  he  let  fly  ; 
The  curtail  fryer  with  his  steel  buckler 

Did  put  that  arrow  by. 


AND    THE    CURTALL    FRYER.  275 

"  Shoot  on,  shoot  on,  thou  fine  fellow,  85 

Shoot  as  thou  hast  begun, 
If  thou  shoot  here  a  summers  day, 

Thy  marke  I  will  not  shun/' 

Robin  Hood  shot  passing  well, 

Till  his  arrows  all  were  gane  ;  90 

They  tooke  their  swords  and  steele  bucklers, 

They  fought  with  might  and  maine  ; 

From  ten  o'th'  clock  that  [very]  day, 

Till  four  i'th'  afternoon  ; 
Then  Robin  Hood  came  to  his  knees,  95 

Of  the  fryer  to  beg  a  boone. 

"  A  boone,  a  boone,  thou  curtail  fryer, 

I  beg  it  on  my  knee  : 
Give  me  leave  to  set  my  home  to  my  mouth, 

And  to  blow  blasts  three."  100 

"  That  I  will  do,"  said  the  curtail  fryer, 

"  Of  thy  blasts  I  have  no  doubt ; 
I  hope  thou'lt  blow  so  passing  well, 

Till  both  thy  eyes  fall  out." 

Robin  Hood  set  his  home  to  his  mouth,  m 

He  blew  out  blasts  three  ; 
Halfe  a  hundreth  yeomen,  with  bowes  bent, 

Came  raking  over  the  lee. 


276  ROBIN    HOOD 

"  Whose  men  are  these,"  said  the  fryer, 

"  That  come  so  hastily  ?  "  no 

"  These  men  are  mine,"  said  Robin  Hood  ; 
"  Fryer,  what  is  that  to  thee  ?  " 

"  A  boone,  a  boone,"  said  the  curtail  fryer, 

"  The  like  I  gave  to  thee  ; 
Give  me  leave  to  set  my  fist  to  my  mouth,          11.5 

And  to  whute  whues  three." 

«  That  will  I  doe,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  Or  else  I  were  to  blame ; 
Three  whues  in  a  fryers  fist 

"Would  make  me  glad  and  faine."  12° 

The  fryer  set  his  fist  to  his  mouth, 

And  whuted  whues  three  ; 
Half  a  hundred  good  band-dogs 

Came  running  over  the  lee. 

"  Here's  for  every  man  a  dog,  ias 

And  I  myselfe  for  thee  : " 
"  Nay,  by  my  faith,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  Fryer,  that  may  not  be." 

Two  dogs  at  once  to  Robin  Hood  did  goe, 

The  one  behind,  the  other  before  ;  iso 

Robin  Hoods  mantle  of  Lincolne  greene 
Off  from  his  backe  they  tore. 


AND  THE  CURTALL  FRYER.       277 

And  whether  his  men  shot  east  or  west, 

Or  they  shot  north  or  south, 
The  curtail  dogs,  so  taught  they  were,  135 

They  kept  the  arrows  in  their  mouth. 

"  Take  up  thy  dogs,"  said  Little  John, 

"  Fryer,  at  my  bidding  be  ; " 
"  Whose  man  art  thou,"  said  the  curtail  fryer, 

"  Comes  here  to  prate  with  me  ?  "  wo 

u  I  am  Little  John,  Robin  Hoods  man, 

Fryer,  I  will  not  lie  ; 
If  thou  take  not  up  thy  dogs  soone, 

Pie  take  up  them  and  thee." 

Little  John  had  a  bow  in  his  hand,  us 

He  shot  with  might  and  main  ; 
Soon  halfe  a  score  of  the  fryers  dogs 

Lay  dead  upon  the  plain. 

"  Hold  thy  hand,  good  fellow,"  said  the  curtal  fryer, 
"  Thy  master  and  I  will  agree  ;  iw 

And  we  will  have  new  orders  taken, 
With  all  the  hast  may  be." 

"  If  thou  wilt  forsake  fair  Fountaines  Dale, 

And  Fountaines  Abbey -free, 
Every  Sunday  throwout  the  yeere,  IM 

A  noble  shall  be  thy  fee  : 


278        ROBIN   HOOD    AND    ALLIN   A   DALE. 

"  And  every  holliday  through  the  yeere, 
Changed  shall  thy  garment  be, 

If  thou  wilt  goe  to  faire  Nottingham, 
And  there  remaine  with  me." 

This  curtal  fryer  had  kept  Fountaines  Dale 

Seven  long  yeeres  and  more  ; 
There  was  neither  knight,  lord,  nor  earle, 

Could  make  him  yeeld  before. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  ALLIN  A  DALE. 

OR,  a  pleasant  relation  how  a  young  gentleman, 
being  in  love  with  a  young  damsel,  she  was   taken 
from  him  to  be  an  old  knights  bride  :  and  how  Robin 
Hood,  pittying  the  young  mans  case,  took  her  from  the 
old  knight,  when  they  were  going  to  be  marryed,  and 
restored  her  to  her  own  love  again.     To  a  pleasant 
northern  tune,  Robin  Hood  in  the  green-wood  stood. 
Bold  Eobin  Hood  he  did  the  young  man  right, 
And  took  the  damsel  from  the  doting  knight. 

From  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  Major  Pearson's 
collection.     RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  49. 
The  same  in  A  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  ii.  44. 

COME  listen  to  me,  you  gallants  so  free, 
All  you  that  love  mirth  for  to  hear, 

And  I  will  tell  you  of  a  bold  outlaw 
That  lived  in  Nottinghamshire. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    ALLIN    A    DALE.       279 

As  Robin  Hood  in  the  forest  stood,  s 

All  under  the  green-wood  tree, 
There  he  was  aware  of  a  brave  young  man, 

As  fine  as  fine  might  be. 

The  youngster  was  cloathed  in  scarlet  red, 
In  scarlet  fine  and  gay ;  10 

And  he  did  frisk  it  over  the  plain, 
And  chanted  a  round-de-lay. 

As  Robin  Hood  next  morning  stood 

Amongst  the  leaves  so  gay, 
There  did  [he]  espy  the  same  young  man,       is 

Come  drooping  along  the  way. 

The  scarlet  he  wore  the  day  before, 

It  was  clean  cast  away  ; 
And  at  every  step  he  fetcht  a  sigh, 

"  Alack  and  a  well  a  day  !  "  20 

Then  stepped  forth  brave  Little  John, 

And  Midge  the  millers  son, 
Which  made  the  young  man  bend  his  bow, 

When  as  he  see  them  come. 

"  Stand  off,  stand  off,"  the  young  man  said,      a> 

"  What  is  your  will  with  me  ?  " 
"  You  must  come  before  our  master  straight, 

Under  yon  green-wood  tree." 
22.  Nicke. 


280        ROBIN    HOOD    AND    ALLIN    A   DALE. 

And  when  he  came  bold  Robin  before, 

Robin  askt  him  courteously,  so 

"  O  hast  thou  any  money  to  spare 
For  my  merry  men  and  me  ?  " 

"  I  have  no  money,"  the  young  man  said, 

"  But  five  shillings  and  a  ring ; 
And  that  I  have  kept  this  seven  long  years,    as 

To  have  it  at  my  wedding. 

"  Yesterday  I  should  have  married  a  maid, 

But  she  soon  from  me  was  tane, 
And  chosen  to  be  an  old  knights  delight, 

Whereby  my  poor  heart  is  slain."  40 

"  What  is  thy  name  ?  "  then  said  Robin  Hood, 
"  Come  tell  me,  without  any  fail : " 

"  By  the  faith  of  my  body,"  then  said  the  young 

man, 
My  name  it  is  Allin  a  Dale." 

"  What  wilt  thou  give  me,"  said  Robin  Hood,  « 

"  In  ready  gold  or  fee, 
To  help  thee  to  thy  true  love  again, 

And  deliver  her  unto  thee  ?  " 

"  I  have  no  money,"  then  quoth  the  young  man, 
"  No  ready  gold  nor  fee,  GO 

But  I  will  swear  upon  a  book 
Thy  true  servant  for  to  be." 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    ALLIN   A   DALE.        281 

"  How  many  miles  is  it  to  thy  true  love  ? 

Come  tell  me  without  guile  : "  [man, 

"  By  the  faith  of  my  body,"  then  said  the  young 

"  It  is  but  five  little  mile."  56 

Then  Robin  he  hasted  over  the  plain, 

He  did  neither  stint  nor  lin, 
Until  he  came  unto  the  church, 

Where  Allin  should  keep  his  wedding.          eo 

"  What  hast  thou  here  ?  "  the  bishop  then  said, 

"  I  prithee  now  tell  unto  me : 
"  I  am  a  bold  harper,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  And  the  best  in  the  north  country." 

"  0  welcome,  O  welcome,"  the  bishop  he  said,  ss 
"  That  musick  best  pleaseth  me  :  " 

"  You  shall  have  no  musick,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 
"  Till  the  bride  and  the  bridegroom  I  see." 

With  that  came  in  a  wealthy  knight, 

Which  was  both  grave  and  old,  ™ 

And  after  him  a  finikin  lass, 

Did  shine  like  the  glistering  gold. 

[Hood, 
"  This  is  not  a  fit  match,"  quod  bold  Robin 

u  That  you  do  seem  to  make  here, 
For  since  we  are  come  into  the  church,  rs 

The  bride  shall  chuse  her  own  dear." 


282        ROBIN   HOOD    AND    ALLIN   A   DALE. 

Then  Robin  Hood  put  his  horn  to  his  inouth, 

And  blew  blasts  two  or  three ; 
When  four  and  twenty  bowmen  bold 

Came  leaping  over  the  lee.  so 

And  when  they  came  into  the  church-yard, 

Marching  all  on  a  row, 
The  first  man  was  Allin  a  Dale, 

To  give  bold  Robin  his  bow. 

"  This  is  thy  true  love,"  Robin  he  said,  as 

"  Young  Allin,  as  I  hear  say  ; 
And  you  shall  be  married  at  this  same  time, 

Before  we  depart  away." 

"  That  shall  not  be,"  the  bishop  he  said, 

"  For  thy  word  shall  not  stand ;  90 

They  shall  be  three  times  askt  in  the  church, 
•As  the  law  is  of  our  land." 

Robin  Hood  pull'd  off  the  bishops  coat, 

And  put  it  upon  Little  John  ; 
"  By  the  faith  of  my  body,"  then  Robin  said,  & 

This  cloth  does  make  thee  a  man." 

When  Little  John  went  into  the  quire, 

The  people  began  to  laugh  ; 
He  askt  them  seven  times  in  the  church, 

Lest  three  times  should  not  be  enough.       100 


ROBIN   HOODS,    ETC.  283 

"  Who  gives  me  this  maid  ?  "  said  Little  John ; 

Quoth  Robin  Hood,  "  That  do  I, 
And  he  that  takes  her  from  Allin  a  Dale, 

Full  dearly  he  shall  her  buy." 

And  thus  having  ende  of  this  merry  wedding,  us 

The  bride  lookt  like  a  queen  ; 
And  so  they  return'd  to  the  merry  green-wood, 

Amongst  the  leaves  so  green. 


KOBIN  HOODS  RESCUING  WILL   STUTLY. 

FROM  A  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  i.  90.  The  full 
title  is :  Robin  Hood  rescuing  Will  Stutley  from  the 
sheriff  and  his  men,  who  had  taken  him  prisoner,  and 
were  going  to  hang  him,  Sfc.  To  the  tune  of  Robin 
Hood  and  Queen  Catherine.  The  same  in  Bitson's 
Robin  Hood,  ii.  106. 

WHEN  Robin  Hood  in  the  green  wood  stood, 

Derry,  derry  down, 
Under  the  green  wood  tree, 
Tidings  there  came  to  him  with  speed, 
Tidings  for  certainty  ; 

Hey  down,  derry,  derry,  down. 

That  Will  Stutly  surprized  was,  * 

And  eke  in  prison  lay ; 
Three  varlets  that  the  king  had  hir'd, 

Did  likely  him  betray. 


284  ROBIN   HOODS 

Ay,  and  to-morrow  hang'd  must  be, 
To-morrow  as  soon  as  day  ; 

Before  they  could  the  victory  get, 
Two  of  'em  did  Stutly  slay. 

When  Robin  Hood  did  hear  this  news, 
Lord  !  it  did  grieve  him  sore ; 

And  to  his  merry  men  he  said, 
(Who  altogether  swore) 

That  Will  Stutly  should  rescu'd  be, 
And  be  brought  back  again  ; 

Or  else  should  many  a  gallant  wight 
For  his  sake  there  be  slain. 

He  cloath'd  himself  in  scarlet  then, 
His  men  were  all  in  green ; 

A  finer  shew,  throughout  the  world, 
In  no  place  could  be  seen. 

Good  lord !  it  was  a  gallant  sight 

To  see  them  all  a-row  ; 
With  ev'ry  man  a  good  broad  sword, 

And  eke  a  good  yew  bow. 

Forth  of  the  green  wood  are  they  gone, 

Yea,  all  couragously, 
Resolving  to  bring  Stutly  home, 

Or  every  man  to  dye. 


RESCUING   WILL    STUTLT.  285 

And  when  they  came  to  the  castle  near 

Wherein  Will  Stutly  lay, 
«  I  hold  it  good,"  said  Robin  Hood,  ss 

"  We  here  in  ambush  stay, 

"  And  send  one  forth  some  news  to  hear, 

To  yonder  palmer  fair, 
That  stands  under  the  castle  wall ; 

Some  news  he  may  declare."  *° 

With  that  steps  forth  a  brave  young  man, 

Which  was  of  courage  bold  ; 
Thus  he  did  say  to  the  old  man : 

"  I  pray  thee,  palmer  old, 

"  Tell  me,  if  that  thou  rightly  ken,  45 

When  must  Will  Stutly  dye, 
Who  is  one  of  bold  Robin's  men, 

And  here  doth  prisoner  lye  ?  " 

"  Alas,  alas,"  the  palmer  said, 

"  And  for  ever  woe  is  me !  «> 

Will  Stutly  hang'd  will  be  this  day, 

On  yonder  gallows  tree. 

"  O  had  his  noble  master  known, 

He  would  some  succour  send ; 
A  few  of  his  bold  yeomanry  ** 

Full  soon  would  fetch  him  hence." 


286  ROBIN    HOODS 

"  Ay,  that  is  true,"  the  young  man  said ; 

"  Ay,  that  is  true,"  said  he  ; 
"  Or,  if  they  were  near  to  this  place, 

They  soon  would  set  him  free. 

"  But  fare  thou  well,  thou  good  old  man, 
Farewel,  and  thanks  to  thee ; 

If  Stutly  hanged  be  this  day, 
Reveng'd  his  death  will  be." 

No  sooner  he  was  from  the  palmer  gone, 
But  the  gates  were  open'd  wide, 

And  out  of  the  castle  Will  Stutly  came, 
Guarded  on  every  side. 

When  he  was  forth  from  the  castle  come, 

And  saw  no  help  was  nigh, 
Thus  he  did  say  unto  the  sheriff, 

Thus  he  said  gallantly : 

"  Now  seeing  that  I  needs  must  dye, 
Grant  me  one  boon,"  said  he, 

"  For  my  noble  master  ne'er  had  man 
That  yet  was  hang'd  on  tree. 

"Give  me  a  sword  all  in  my  hand, 

And  let  me  be  unbound, 
And  with  thee  and  thy  men  I'll  fight, 

Till  I  lye  dead  on  the  ground." 


RESCUING    WILL    STUTLT.  287 

But  this  desire  he  would  not  grant, 

His  wishes  were  in  vain ; 
For  the  sheriff  swore  he  hang'd  should  be, 

And  not  by  the  sword  be  slain. 

"  Do  but  unbind  my  hands,"  he  says,  & 

"  I  will  no  weapons  crave, 
And  if  I  hanged  be  this  day, 

Damnation  let  me  have." 

"  O  no,  no,  no,"  the  sheriff  said, 

"  Thou  shalt  on  gallows  dye,  90 

Ay,  and  so  shall  thy  master  too, 

If  ever  in  me  it  lye." 

"  0  dastard  coward  !  "  Study  cries, 

Faint-hearted  peasant  slave ! 
If  ever  my  master  do  thee  meet,  as 

Thou  shalt  thy  payment  have. 

"  My  noble  master  thee  doth  scorn, 

And  all  thy  cowardly  crew ; 
Such  silly  imps  unable  are        • 

Bold  Robin  to  subdue."  100 

But  when  he  was  to  the  gallows  gone, 

And  ready  to  bid  adieu, 
Out  of  a  bush  steps  Little  John, 

And  goes  Will  Stutly  to. 


288  ROBIN   HOODS 

'•  I  pray  thee,  Will,  before  thou  dye,  ire 

Of  thy  dear  friends  take  leave  ; 
I  needs  must  borrow  him  a  while, 

How  say  you,  master  sheriff  ?  " 

"  Now,  as  I  live,"  the  sheriff  said, 

"  That  varlet  will  I  know ;  no 

Some  sturdy  rebel  is  that  same, 

Therefore  let  him  not  go." 

And  Little  John  most  hastily 

Away  cut  Stutly's  bands, 
And  from  one  of  the  sheriffs  men,  IM 

A  sword  twich'd  from  his  hands. 

"  Here,  Will  Stutly,  take  thou  this  same, 

Thou  canst  it  better  sway  ; 
And  here  defend  thyself  awhile, 

For  aid  will  come  straightway."  120 

And  there  they  turn'd  them  back  to  back, 

In  the  midst  of  them  that  day, 
Till  Robin  Hood  approached  near, 

With  many  an  archer  gay. 

With  that  an  arrow  from  them  flew,  125 

I-wis  from  Robin  Hood ; 
"  Make  haste,  make  haste,"  the  sheriff  he  said, 

"  Make  haste,  for  it  is  not  good." 

126, 1  wist. 


RESCUING    WILL    STUTLY.  289 

The  sheriff  is  gone  ;  his  doughty  men 

Thought  it  no  boot  to  stay,  130 

But,  as  their  master  had  them  taught, 
They  run  full  fast  away. 

"  O  stay,  0  stay,"  Will  Stutly  said, 

"  Take  leave  ere  you  depart ; 
You  ne'er  will  catch  bold  Robin  Hood,  iss 

Unless  you  dare  him  meet." 

"  O  ill  betide  you,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

That  you  so  soon  are  gone  ; 
My  sword  may  in  the  scabbard  rest, 

For  here  our  work  is  done."  n» 

"  I  little  thought,"  Will  Stutly  said, 

"  When  I  came  to  this  place, 
For  to  have  met  with  Little  John, 

Or  seen  my  master's  face." 

Thus  Stutly  he  was  at  liberty  set,  i« 

And  safe  brought  from  his  foe  : 
"  O  thanks,  O  thanks  to  my  master, 

Since  here  it  was  not  so. 

"  And  once  again,  my  fellows  dear, 

Derry,  derry  down, 

We  shall  in  the  green  woods  meet,  iso 

Where  we  will  make  our  bow-strings  twang, 
Musick  for  us  most  sweet." 

Hey  down,  derry,  derry  down. 
VOL.  v.  19 


290  ROBIN    HOODS 


ROBIN   HOODS    PROGRESS   TO 
NOTTINGHAM. 

Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  13. 

"  FROM  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection  of 
Anthony  a  Wood.  It  is  there  said  to  go  '  To  the  tune 
of  Bold  Robin  Hood ; '  and  the  chorus  is  repeated  in 
every  stanza  To  the  above  title  are  added  the  follow 
ing  doggerel  lines : — 

Where  hee  met  with  fifteen  forresters  all  on  a  row, 
And  hee  desired  of  them  some  news  for  to  know, 
But  with  crosse-grain'd  words  they  did  him  thwart, 
For  which  at  last  hee  made  them  smart." 

One  or  two  corrections  made  by  Gutch  from  copies 
in  the  Roxburghe  collection  have  been  admitted. 

ROBIN  HOOD  he  was  a  tall  young  man, 

Derry,  derry  down, 
And  fifteen  winters  old  ; 

And  Robin  Hood  he  was  a  proper  young  man, 
Of  courage  stout  and  bold. 

Hey  down,  derry,  derry  down. 

Robin  Hood  hee  would  unto  fair  Nottingham,      i 
With  the  general  for  to  dine  ; 

1,  and  he ;  5,  and  to,  Ritson. 


PROGRESS    TO   NOTTINGHAM.  291 

There  was  hee  aware  of  fifteen  forresters, 
And  a  drinking  beer,  ale,  and  wine. 

"  What  news  ?  "  "  What  news  ?  "  said  bold  Robin 
Hood, 

u  What  news  fain  wouldest  thou  know  ?  10 

Our  king  hath  provided  a  shooting  match, 

And  I'm  ready  with  my  bow." 

"  We  hold  it  in  scorn,"  said  the  forresters, 

"  That  ever  a  boy  so  young 
Should  bear  a  bow  before  our  king,  15 

That's  not  able  to  draw  one  string." 

"  Fie  hold  you  twenty  marks,"  said  bold  Robin 
Hood, 

"  By  the  leave  of  our  lady, 
That  I'le  hit  a  mark  a  hundred  rod, 

And  I'le  cause  a  hart  to  dye."  20 

"  We'l  hold  you  twenty  mark,"  then  said  the 
forresters, 

"  By  the  leave  of  our  lady, 
Thou  hit'st  not  the  marke  a  hundred  rod, 

Nor  causest  a  hart  to  dye." 

Robin  Hood  he  bent  up  a  noble  bow,  25 

And  a  broad  arrow  he  let  flye, 
He  hit  the  mark  a  hundred  rod, 

And  he  caused  a  hart  to  dye. 

8,  bear. 


292  ROBIN    HOODS 

Some  say  hee  brake  ribs  one  or  two, 

And  some  say  hee  brake  three  ;  30 

The  arrow  within  the  hart  would  not  abide, 

But  it  glanced  in  two  or  three. 

The  hart  did  skip,  and  the  hart  did  leap, 

And  the  hart  lay  on  the  ground ; 
"  The  wager  is  mine,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood,     35 

"  If  t  were  for  a  thousand  pound." 

u  The  wager's  none  of  thine,"  then  said  the  for- 
resters, 

"  Although  thou  beest  in  haste ; 
Take  up  thy  bow,  and  get  thee  hence, 

Lest  wee  thy  sides  do  baste."  <o 

Robin  Hood  he  took  up  his  noble  bow, 

And  his  broad  arrows  all  amain  ; 
And  Robin  Hood  he  laught,  and  begun  to  smile, 

As  hee  went  over  the  plain. 

Then  Robin  Hood  he  bent  his  noble  bow,  « 

And  his  broad  arrowes  he  let  flye, 
Till  fourteen  of  these  fifteen  forresters 

Upon  the  ground  did  lye. 

He  that  did  this  quarrel  first  begin 

Went  tripping  over  the  plain  ;  so 

But  Robin  Hood  he  bent  his  noble  bow, 

And  hee  fetcht  him  back  again. 


PROGRESS    TO    NOTTINGHAM.  293 

"  You  said  I  was  no  archer,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  But  say  so  now  again ; " 
With  that  he  sent  another  arrow,  « 

That  split  his  head  in  twain. 

"You  have  found  mee  an  archer,"  said  Robin 
Hood, 

"  Which  will  make  your  wives  for  to  wring, 
And  wish  that  you  had  never  spoke  the  word, 

That  I  could  not  draw  one  string."  w 

The  people  that  lived  in  fair  Nottingham 

Came  running  out  amain, 
Supposing  to  have  taken  bold  Robin  Hood, 

With  the  forresters  that  were  slain. 

Some  lost  legs,  and  some  lost  arms,  &s 

And  some  did  lose  their  blood ; 
But  Robin  hee  took  up  his  noble  bow, 

And  is  gone  to  the  merry  green  wood. 

They  carried  these  forresters  into  fair  Nottingham, 
As  many  there  did  know  ;  70 

They  dig  d  them  graves  in  their  church-yard, 
And  they  buried  them  all  a-row. 
57,  saith.  EITSON. 


294  ROBIN    HOOD 


ROBIN  HOOD   AND   THE   BISHOP   OF 
HEREFORD. 

"  THIS  excellent  ballad,  given  from  the  common 
edition  of  Aldermary  church-yard  (compared  with 
the  York  copy),  is  supposed  to  be  modern ;  the  story, 
however,  seems  alluded  to  in  the  ballad  of  Renowned 
Robin  Hood.  The  full  title  is  The  Bishop  of  Here- 
fords  entertainment  by  Robin  Hood  and  Little  John, 
§•£.,  in  merry  Barnsdale"  RiTSON's.R0&m  Hood,  ii.  150. 

SOME  they  will  talk  of  bold  Robin  Hood, 

And  some  of  barons  bold  ; 

But  I'll  tell  you  how  he  serv'd  the  bishop  of 
Hereford, 

When  he  robb'd  him  of  his  gold. 

As  it  befel  in  merry  Barnsdale,  « 

All  under  the  green-wood  tree, 
The  bishop  of  Hereford  was  to  come  by, 

With  all  his  company. 

"  Come,  kill   [me]   a  ven'son,"  said  bold  Robin 
Hood, 

"  Come,  kill  me  a  good  fat  deer ;  10 

The  bishop  of  Hereford  is  to  dine  with  me  to-day, 

And  he  shall  pay  well  for  his  cheer. 


AND    THE    BISHOP    OF   HEREFORD.         295 

«  We'll  kill  a  fat  ven'son,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 
And  dress  it  by  the  highway  side ; 

And  we  will  watch  the  bishop  narrowly,  u 

Lest  some  other  way  he  should  ride." 

Robin  liood  dress'd  himself  in  shepherds  attire, 

With  six  of  his  men  also  ; 
And,  when  the  bishop  of  Hereford  came  by, 

They  about  the  fire  did  go.  20 

"  O  what  is  the  matter  ?  "  then  said  the  bishop, 
"  Or  for  whom  do  you  make  this  a-do  ? 

Or  why  do  you  kill  the  kings  ven'son, 
When  your  company  is  so  few  ?  " 

"  We  are  shepherds,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood,       25 

"  And  we  keep  sheep  all  the  year, 
And  we  are  disposed  to  be  merry  this  day, 

And  to  kill  of  the  kings  fat  deer." 

"  You  are  brave  fellows  ! "  said  the  bishop, 

"  And  the  king  of  your  doings  shall  know :       so 

Therefore  make  haste,  and  come  along  with  me, 
For  before  the  king  you  shall  go." 

"  O  pardon,  O  pardon,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 

"  O  pardon,  I  thee  pray  ! 
For  it  becomes  not  your  lordships  coat  35 

To  take  so  many  lives  away." 


296  ROBIN   HOOD 

"  No  pardon,  no  pardon,"  said  the  bishop, 

"  No  pardon  I  thee  owe ; 
Therefore  make  haste,  and  come  along  with  me, 

For  before  the  king  you  shall  go." 

Then  Robin  set  his  back  against  a  tree, 

And  his  foot  against  a  thorn, 
And  from  underneath  his  shepherds  coat 

He  pull'd  out  a  bugle  horn. 

He  put  the  little  end  to  his  mouth, 

And  a  loud  blast  did  he  blow, 
Till  threescore  and  ten  of  bold  Robins  men 

Came  running  all  on  a  row, 

All  making  obeysance  to  bold  Robin  Hood  ; 

'Twas  a  comely  sight  for  to  see. 
"  What  is  the  matter,  master,"  said  Little  John, 

"  That  you  blow  so  hastily  ?  " 

"  O  here  is  the  bishop  of  Hereford, 

And  no  pardon  we  shall  have  :  " 
"  Cut  off  his  head,  master,"  said  Little  John,        5 

"  And  throw  him  into  his  grave." 

"  O  pardon,  O  pardon,"  said  the  bishop, 

"  0  pardon,  I  thee  pray, 
For  if  I  had  known  it  had  been  you, 

I'd  have  gone  some  other  way.  * 


AND    THE    BISHOP    OF   HEREFORD.         297 

"  No  pardon,  no  pardon,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 

"  No  pardon  I  thee  owe ; 
Therefore  make  haste,  and  come  along  with  me, 

For  to  merry  Barnsdale  you  shall  go." 

Then  Robin  he  took  the  bishop  by  the  hand,       « 

And  led  him  to  merry  Barnsdale  ; 
He  made  him  to  stay  and  sup  with  him  that  night, 

And  to  drink  wine,  beer,  and  ale. 

"  Call  in  a  reckoning,"  said  the  bishop, 

"  For  methinks  it  grows  wond'rous  high  : "       ro 

"  Lend  me  your  purse,  master,"  said  Little  John, 
"  And  I'll  tell  you  bye  and  bye." 

Then  Little  John  took  the  bishops  cloak, 

And  spread  it  upon  the  ground, 
And  out  of  the  bishops  portmantua  n 

He  told  three  hundred  pound. 

"  Here's  money  enough,  master,"  said  Little  John, 

"  And  a  comely  sight  'tis  to  see ; 
It  makes  me  in  charity  with  the  bishop, 

Tho'  he  heartily  love.th  not  me."  w 

Robin  Hood  took  the  bishop  by  the  hand, 

And  he  caused  the  music  to  play  ; 
And  he  made  the  bishop  to  dance  in  his  boots, 

And  glad  he  could  so  get  away. 


298  ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BISHOP. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  BISHOP. 
Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  22. 

SHEWING  how  Robin  Hood  went  to  an  old  woman's 
house  and  changed  cloaths  with  her  to  scape  from  the 
bishop  ;  and  how  he  robbed  the  bishop  of  all  his  gold, 
and  made  him  sing  a  mass.  To  the  tune  of  Robin 
Hood  and  the  Stranger. 

"  From  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection  of 
Anthony  a  Wood." 

Two  trifling  corrections  have  been  made  from  the 
copy  in  Old  Ballads,  1723,  (ii.  39,)  which  is  very 
nearly  the  same. 

COME,  gentlemen  all,  and  listen  awhile, 

Hey  down,  down,  an  a  down, 

And  a  story  He  to  you  unfold ; 
Be  tell  you  how  Robin  Hood  served  the  bishop, 

When  he  robbed  him  of  his  gold. 

As  it  fell  out  on  a  sun-shining  day,  s 

When  Phoebus  was  in  his  prime, 
Then  Robin  Hood,  that  archer  good, 

In  mirth  would  spend  some  time. 

And  as  he  walk'd  the  forrest  along, 

Some  pastime  for  to  spy,  M 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE   BISHOP.  299 

There  was  he  aware  of  a  proud  bishop, 
And  all  his  company. 

"  O  what  shall  I  do,"  said  Robin  Hood  then, 

"  If  the  bishop  he  doth  take  me  ? 
No  mercy  he'l  show  unto  me,  I  know,  is 

But  hanged  I  shall  be." 

Then  Robin  was  stout,  and  turn'd  him  about, 
And  a  little  house  there  he  did  spy ; 

And  to  an  old  wife,  for  to  save  his  life, 

He  loud  began  for  to  cry.  20 

"  Why,  who  art  thou  ?  "  said  the  old  woman, 

"  Come  tell  it  to  me  for  good :  " 
"  I  am  an  out-law,  as  many  do  know, 

My  name  it  is  Robin  Hood ; 

"  And  yonder's  the  bishop  and  all  his  men,  25 

And  if  that  I  taken  be, 
Then  day  and  night  he'l  work  my  spight, 

And  hanged  I  shall  be." 

« If  thou  be  Robin  Hood,"  said  the  old  wife, 
"  As  thou  dost  seem  to  be,  30 

Fie  for  thee  provide,  and  thee  I  will  hide, 
From  the  bishop  and  his  company. 

"  For  I  remember  one  Saturday  night, 
Thou  brought  me  both  shoes  and  hose ; 
22,  tell  to  me.  RITSON. 


300  ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE   BISHOP. 

Therefore  I'le  provide  thy  person  to  hide,  35 

And  keep  thee  from  thy  foes." 

"  Then  give  me  soon  thy  coat  of  grey, 
And  take  thou  my  mantle  of  green  ; 

Thy  spindle  and  twine  unto  me  resign, 

And  take  thou  my  arrows  so  keen."  40 

And  when  Robin  Hood  was  thus  araid, 

He  went  straight  to  his  company, 
With  his  spindle  and  twine,  he  oft  lookt  behind 

For  the  bishop  and  his  company. 

"  0  who  is  yonder,"  quoth  Little  John,  4.> 

"  That  now  comes  over  the  lee  ? 
An  arrow  I  will  at  her  let  flie, 

So  like  an  old  witch  looks  she." 

"O  hold  thy  hand,  hold  thy  hand,"  said  Robin 
Hood  then, 

"  And  shoot  not  thy  arrows  so  keen ;  so 

I  am  Robin  Hood,  thy  master  good, 

And  quickly  it  shall  be  seen." 

The  bishop  he  came  to  the  old  womans  house, 

And  called  with  furious  mood, 
"  Come  let  me  soon  see,  and  bring  unto  me,         M 

That  traitor  Robin  Hood." 

The  old  woman  he  set  on  a  milk-white  steed, 
Himselfe  on  a  dapple  gray  ; 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    BISHOP.  301 

And  for  joy  he  had  got  Robin  Hood, 

He  went  laughing  all  the  way.  « 

But  as  they  were  riding  the  forrest  along, 

The  bishop  he  chanc'd  for  to  see 
A  hundred  brave  bowmen  bold, 

Stand  under  the  green-wood  tree. 

"  O  who  is  yonder,"  the  bishop  then  said,  on 

"  That's  ranging  within  yonder  wood  ?  " 

"  Marry,"  says  the  old  woman,  "I  think  it  to  be 
A  man  call'd  Robin  Hood." 

"  Why,  who  art  thou,"  the  bishop  he  said, 

"  Which  I  have  here  with  me  ?  "  ro 

"  Why,   I  am  an    old    woman,   thou    cuckoldy 

bishop ; 
Lift  up  my  leg  and  see." 

"  Then  woe  is  me,"  the  bishop  he  said, 

"  That  ever  I  saw  this  day !  " 
He  turn'd  him  about,  but  Robin  Hood  stout         ra 

Call'd  him.  and  bid  him  stay. 

Then  Robin  took  hold  of  the  bishops  horse, 

And  ty'd  him  fast  to  a  tree ; 
Then  Little  John  smil'd  his  master  upon, 

For  joy  of  that  company.  ao 

75.  Robin,  RITSON. 


302  ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    BISHOP. 

Robin  Hood  took  his  mantle  from  's  back, 

And  spread  it  upon  the  ground, 
And  out  of  the  bishops  portmantle  he 

Soon  told  five  hundred  pound. 

"  Now  let  him  go,"  said  Robin  Hood  ; 

Said  Little  John,  "  That  may  not  be ; 
For  I  vow  and  protest  he  shall  sing  us  a  mass, 

Before  that  he  goe  from  me." 

Then  Robin  Hood  took  the  bishop  by  the  hand, 

And  bound  him  fast  to  a  tree, 
And  made  him  sing  a  mass,  god  wot, 

To  him  and  his  yeomandree. 

And  then  they  brought  him  through  the  wood, 

And  set  him  on  his  dapple  gray, 
And  gave  him  the  tail  within  his  hand, 

And  bade  him  for  Robin  Hood  pray. 


ROBIN   HOODS    GOLDEN    PRIZE.  303 


ROBIN  HOODS  GOLDEN  PRIZE. 

He  met  two  priests  upon  the  way, 
And  forced  them  with  him  to  pray ; 
For  gold  they  prayed,  and  gold  they  had, 
Enough  to  make  bold  Robin  glad. 
His  share  came  to  four  hundred  pound, 
That  then  was  told  upon  the  ground ; 
Now  mark,  and  you  shall  hear  the  jest, 
You  never  heard  the  like  exprest. 

Tune  is,  Robin  Hood  was  a  tall  young  man,  Sfc. 

"  THIS  ballad  (given  from  an  old  black-letter  copy 
in  the  collection  of  Anthony  a  Wood)  was  entered, 
amongst  others,  in  the  Stationers'  book,  by  Francis 
Coule,  13th  June,  1631,  and  by  Francis  Grove,  2nd 
June,  1656."  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,\\.  101. 

This  piece  is  printed  in  A  Collection  of  Old  Ballads, 
ii.  121,  with  some  variations. 

I  HAVE  heard  talk  of  bold  Robin  Hood, 
Derry,  derry  down, 

And  of  brave  Little  John, 
Of  Fryer  Tuck,  and  Will  Scarlet, 

Loxley,  and  maid  Marion. 

But  such  a  tale  as  this  before  * 

I  think  was  never  knone ; 


304  ROBIN   HOODS    GOLDEN   PRIZE. 

For  Robin  Hood  disguised  himself, 
And  from  the  wood  is  gone. 

Like  to  a  fryer,  bold  Robin  Hood 

Was  accoutered  in  his  array  ;  10 

With  hood,  gown,  bedes,  and  crucifix, 

He  past  upon  the  way. 

He  had  not  gone  miles  two  or  three, 

But  it  was  his  chance  to  spy 
Two  lusty  priests,  clad  all  in  black,  is 

Come  riding  gallantly. 

"  Benedicite,"  then  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  Some  pitty  on  me  take  ; 
Cross  you  my  hand  with  a  silver  groat, 

For  our  dear  ladies  sake.  ao 

"  For  I  have  been  wandring  all  this  day, 

And  nothing  could  I  get ; 
Not  so  much  as  one  poor  cup  of  drink, 

Nor  bit  of  bread  to  eat." 

"  Now,  by  our  dame,"  the  priests  repli'd,          25 

We  never  a  penny  have  ; 
For  we  this  morning  have  been  rob'd, 

And  could  no  money  save." 

"  I  am  much  afraid,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 
That  you  both  do  tell  a  lie  ;  so 

8  to. 


ROBIN    HOODS    GOLDEN   PRIZE.  305 

And  now  before  you  do  go  hence, 
I  am  resolv'd  to  try." 

When  as  the  priests  heard  him  say  so, 

Then  they  rode  away  amain ; 
But  Robin  Hood  betook  to  his  heels,  as 

And  soon  overtook  them  again. 

Then  Robin  Hood  laid  hold  of  them  both, 
And  pull'd  them  down  from  their  horse  : 

"  O  spare  us,  fryer ! "  the  priests  cry'd  out, 
u  On  us  have  some  remorse  ! "  40 

"  You  said  you  had  no  mony,"  quoth  he, 

"  Wherefore,  without  delay, 
We  three  will  fall  down  on  our  knees, 

And  for  mony  we  will  pray." 

The  priests  they  could  not  him  gainsay,  « 

But  down  they  kneeled  with  speed ; 

"  Send  us,  O  send  us,"  then  quoth  they, 
"  Some  money  to  serve  our  need." 

The  priests  did  pray  with  a  mournful  chear, 
Sometimes  their  hands  did  wring ;  so 

Sometimes  they  wept,  and  cried  aloud, 
Whilst  Robin  did  merrily  sing. 

When  they  had  been  praying  an  hours  space, 
The  priests  did  still  lament ; 
VOL.  v.  20 


306  ROBIN   HOODS    GOLDEN   PRIZE. 

Then  quoth  bold  Robin,  "  Now  let 's  see         w 
What  mony  heaven  hath  us  sent. 

"  We  will  be  sharers  all  alike 

Of  mony  that  we  have  ; 
And  there  is  never  a  one  of  us 

That  his  fellow  shall  deceive."  eo 

The  priests  their  hands  in  their  pockets  put, 

But  mony  would  find  none  : 
"  We'l  search  ourselves,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  Each  other,  one  by  one." 

Then  Robin  Hood  took  pains  to  search  them 
both,  ss 

And  he  found  good  store  of  gold, 
Five  hundred  peeces  presently 

Upon  the  grass  was  told. 

"  Here  is  a  brave  show,"  said  Robin  Hood, 
"  Such  store  of  gold  to  see,  "o 

And  you  shall  each  one  have  a  part, 
Cause  you  prayed  so  heartily." 

He  gave  them  fifty  pounds  a-peece, 
And  the  rest  for  himself  did  keep  : 

The  priests  durst  not  speak  one  word,  ft 

But  they  sighed  wondrous  deep. 

With  that  the  priests  rose  up  from  their  knees, 
Thinking  to  have  parted  so : 


ROBIN   HOODS    GOLDEN   PRIZE.  307 

"  Nay,  stay,"  says  Robin  Hood,  "one  thing  more 
I  have  to  say  ere  you  do  go.  so 

"  You  shall  be  sworn,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 

"  Upon  this  holy  grass, 
That  you  will  never  tell  lies  again, 

Which  way  soever  you  pass. 

"  The  second  oath  that  you  here  must  take,     tu 

That  all  the  days  of  your  lives, 
You  shall  never  tempt  maids  to  sin, 

Nor  lye  with  other  mens  wives. 

"  The  last  oath  you  shall  take,  it  is  this, 

Be  charitable  to  the  poor  ;  «' 

Say,  you  have  met  with  a  holy  fryar, 
And  I  desire  no  more." 

He  set  them  on  their  horses  again, 

And  away  then  they  did  ride ; 
And  he  returned  to  the  merry  green-wood,       & 

With  great  joy,  mirth,  and  pride. 


308       ROBIN    HOODS    DEATH   AND    BURIAL. 


ROBIN  HOODS  DEATH  AND  BURIAL: 

SHEWING  how  he  was  taken  ill,  and  how  he  went 
to  his  cousin  at  Kirkley-hall,  who  let  him  blood,  which 
was  the  cause  of  his  death.  Tune  of  Robin  Hood's 
lastfarewel,  fyc. 

"This  very  old  (?)  and  curious  piece  is  preserved  solely 
in  the  editions  of  Robin  Hood's  Garland  printed  at 
York,  (or  such  as  have  been  taken  from  them,)  where 
it  is  made  to  conclude  with  some  foolish  lines,  (adopted 
from  the  London  copy  of  Robin  Hood  and  the  Valiant 
Knight,)  in  order  to  introduce  the  epitaph.  It  is  here 
given  from  a  collation  of  two  different  copies,  contain 
ing  numerous  variations,  a  few  of  which  are  retained 
in  the  margin."  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  187. 

WHEN  Robin  Hood  and  Little  John, 

Down  a  down,  a  down,  a  down. 
Went  o'er  yon  bank  of  broom, 
Said  Robin  Hood  to  Little  John, 
"  We  have  shot  for  many  a  pound  : 
Hey  down,  a  down,  a  down. 

"  But  I  am  not  able  to  shoot  one  shot  more,      « 

My  arrows  will  not  flee  ; 
But  I  have  a  cousin  lives  down  below, 

Please  God,  she  will  bleed  me." 


ROBIN    HOODS    DEATH    AND    BURIAL.      309 

Now  Robin  is  to  fair  Kirkley  gone, 

As  fast  as  he  can  win  ;  10 

But  before  he  came  there,  as  we  do  hear, 

He  was  taken  very  ill. 

And  when  that  he  came  to  fair  Kirkley-hall, 

He  knock'd  all  at  the  ring, 
But  none  was  so  ready  as  his  cousin  herself    is 

For  to  let  bold  Robin  in. 

"  Will  you  please  to  sit  down,  cousin  Robin," 
she  said, 

"  And  drink  some  beer  with  me  ?  " 
"  No,  I  will  neither  eat  nor  drink, 

Till  I  am  blooded  by  thee."  20 

"  Well,  I  have  a  room,  cousin  Robin/'  she  said, 

"  Which  you  did  never  see, 
And  if  you  please  to  walk  therein, 

You  blooded  by  me  shall  be." 

She  took  him  by  the  lilly-white  hand,  2* 

And  led  him  to  a  private  room, 
And  there  she  blooded  bold  Robin  Hood, 

Whilst  one  drop  of  blood  would  run. 

She  blooded  him  in  the  vein  of  the  arm, 

And  lock'd  him  up  in  the  room  ;  so 

20.  Till  I  blood  letted  be.    24.  You  blood  shall  letted  be. 
6,  let,  Ritson. 


31 0   ROBIN  HOODS  DEATH  AND  BURIAL. 

There  did  he  bleed  all  the  live-long  day, 
Untill  the  next  day  at  noon. 

He  then  bethought  him  of  a  casement  door, 

Thinking  for  to  be  gone  ; 
He  was  so  weak  he  could  not  leap, 

Nor  he  could  not  get  down. 

He  then  bethought  him  of  his  bugle-horn, 
Which  hung  low  down  to  his  knee ; 

He  set  his  horn  unto  his  mouth, 
And  blew  out  weak  blasts  three. 

Then  Little  John,  when  hearing  him, 

As  he  sat  under  the  tree, 
"  I  fear  my  master  is  near  dead, 

He  blows  so  wearily." 

Then  Little  John  to  fair  Kirkley  is  gone, 

As  fast  as  he  can  dree  ; 
But  when  he  came  to  Kirkley-hall, 

He  broke  locks  two  or  three  : 

Untill  he  came  bold  Robin  to, 

Then  he  fell  on  his  knee  ; 
"A  boon,  a  boon,"  cries  Little  John, 

"  Master,  I  beg  of  thee." 

"  What  is  that  boon,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 
"  Little  John,  thou  begs  of  me  ?  " 
34,  get  down. 


ROBIN   HOODS    DEATH   AND    BURIAL.        311 

"  It  is  to  burn  fair  Kirkley-hall,  55 

And  all  their  nunnery." 

"  Now  nay,  now  nay,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  That  boon  I'll  not  grant  thee ; 
I  never  hurt  woman  in  all  my  life, 

Nor  man  in  woman's  company.  eo 

"  I  never  hurt  fair  maid  in  all  my  time, 

Nor  at  my  end  shall  it  be  ; 
But  give  me  my  bent  bow  in  my  hand, 

And  a  broad  arrow  I'll  let  flee ; 
And  where  this  arrow  is  taken  up,  &> 

There  shall  my  grave,  digg'd  be. 

"  Lay  me  a  green  sod  under  my  head, 

And  another  at  my  feet ; 
And  lay  my  bent  bow  by  my  side, 

Which  was  my  music  sweet ;  70 

And  make  my  grave  of  gravel  and  green, 

Which  is  most  right  and  meet. 

"  Let  me  have  length  and  breadth  enough, 
With  under  my  head  a  green  sod  ; 

That  they  may  say,  when  I  am  dead,  u 

Here  lies  bold  Robin  Hood." 

59,  burnt.    This  stanza  is  omitted  in  one  edition. 
67,  68.     With  verdant  sods  most  neatly  put, 

Sweet  as  the  green-wood  tree. 
74.  With  a  green  sod  under  my  head,  Kitson. 


312     ROBIN   HOOD    AND    QUEEN    KATHERINE. 

These  words  they  readily  promis'd  him, 
Which  did  bold  Robin  please  : 

And  there  they  buried  bold  Robin  Hood, 
Near  to  the  fair  Kirkleys. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  QUEEN  KATHERINE. 

Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  87. 

"  FROM  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  a  private  col 
lection,  compared  with  another  in  that  of  Anthony  a 
Wood.  The  full  title  is:  "Renowned  Robin  Hood; 
or,  liis  famous  archery  truly  related  in  the  worthy  ex 
ploits  he  acted  before  queen  Katherine,  he  being  an 
outlaw  man;  and  how  he  obtained  his  own  and  his 
fellows  pardon.  To  a  new  tune. 

"  It  is  scarcely  worth  observing  that  there  was  no 
queen  consort  named  Katherine  before  Henry  the 
Fifth's  time :  but  as  Henry  the  Eighth  had  no  less  than 
three  wives  so  called,  the  name  would  be  sufficiently 
familiar  to  our  ballad-maker."  RITSON. 

GOLD  tane  from  the  kings  harbengers, 

Downe,  a  downe,  a  downe, 
As  seldome  hath  beene  seene, 

Downe,  a  downe,  a  downe, 
And  carried  by  bold  Robin  Hood 
For  a  present  to  the  queen, 

Downe,  a  downe,  a  downe. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    QUEEN   KATHERINE.     313 

"  If  that  I  live  a  yeare  to  an  end,"  s 

Thus  can  queene  Katherine  say, 
«  Bold  Eobin  Hood,  I  will  be  thy  friend, 

And  all  thy  yeomen  gay." 

The  queene  is  to  her  chamber  gone, 

As  fast  as  she  can  win  ;  10 

She  calls  unto  her  lovely  page, 

His  name  was  Richard  Patrington. 

"  Come  thou  hither  to  mee,  thou  lovely  page, 

Come  thou  hither  to  mee  ; 
For  thou  must  post  to  Nottingham,  is 

As  fast  as  thou  can  dree. 

"And  as  thou  goest  to  Nottingham, 

Search  all  the  English  wood, 
Enquire  of  one  good  yeoman  or  another, 

That  can  tell  thee  of  Robin  Hood."  20 

Sometimes  hee  went,  sometimes  hee  ran, 

As  fast  as  hee  could  win  ; 
And  when  hee  came  to  Nottingham, 

There  hee  took  up  his  inne. 

And  when  he  came  to  Nottingham,  25 

And  had  tooke  up  his  inne, 
He  calls  for  a  pottle  of  Rhenish  wine, 

And  dranke  a  health  to  his  queene. 

10,  wen. 


314    ROBIN  HOOD  AND  QUEEN  KATHERINE. 

There  sate  a  yeoman  by  his  side, 

"  Tell  mee,  sweet  page,"  said  hee,  ac 

"  What  is  thy  businesse  and  thy  cause, 

So  far  in  the  north  countrey  ?  " 

"  This  is  my  businesse  and  the  cause, 

Sir,  Fie  tell  it  you  for  good, 
To  enquire  of  one  good  yeoman  or  another,      35 

To  tell  mee  of  Robin  Hood." 

"  Tie  get  my  horse  betimes  in  the  morne, 

By  it  be  break  of  day, 
And  I  will  shew  thee  bold  Robin  Hood, 

And  all  his  yeomen  gay."  40 

"When  that  he  came  at  Robin  Hoods  place, 

Hee  fell  down  on  his  knee ; 
"  Queen  Katherine  she  doth  greet  you  well, 

She  greets  you  well  by  mee  ; 

"  She  bids  you  post  to  fair  London  court,         « 

Not  fearing  any  thing : 
For  there  shall  be  a  little  sport, 

And  she  hath  sent  you  her  ring." 

Robin  Hood  tooke  his  mantle  from  his  back, 
It  was  of  the  Lincolne  greene,  so 

A.nd  sent  it  by  this  lovely  page, 
For  a  present  unto  the  queene. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  QUEEN  KATHERINE.     315 

In  summer  time,  when  leaves  grow  green, 

It  [wa]s  a  seemely  sight  to  see, 
How  Robin  Hood  himselfe  had  drest,  M 

And  all  his  yeomandry. 

He  clothed  his  men  in  Lincolne  green, 

And  himselfe  in  scarlet  red  ; 
Blacke  hats,  white  feathers,  all  alike, 

Now  bold  Robin  Hood  is  rid.  eo 

And  when  hee  came  at  Londons  court, 

Hee  fell  downe  on  his  knee. 
"  Thou  art  welcome,  Locksly,"  said  the  queen, 

"And  all  thy  good  yeomandree." 

The  king  is  into  Finsbury  field,  65 

Marching  in  battle  ray, 

65.  Ground  near  Moorfields,  London,  famous  in  old  times 
for  the  archery  practised  there.  "In  the  year  1498,"  says 
Stow,  "all  the  gardens  which  had  continued  time  out  of 
minde,  without  Mooregate,  to  wit,  about  and  beyond  the 
lordship  of  Fensberry,  were  destroyed.  And  of  them  was 
made  a  plaine  field  for  archers  to  shoote  in."  Survay  of 
London,  1598,  p.  351.  See  also  p.  77,  where  it  is  observed 
that  "  about  the  feast  of  S.  Bartlemew  .  .  .  the  officers  of 
the  city  .  .  .  were  challengers  of  all  men  in  the  suburbes,  .  .  . 
before  the  lord  maior,  aldermen,  and  sheriffes,  in  FENSBEKY 
FIELDS,  to  shoote  the  standarde,  broade  arrow,  and  flight,  for 
games." 

[The  Finsbury]  archers  are  mentioned  by  Ben  Jonson, 
in  Every  man  in  his  humour,  act  i,  scene  1 :  "  Because 
I  dwell  at  Hogsden,  I  shall  keep  company  with  none  but  the 
archers  of  Finsbury." 


316     ROBIN  HOOD  AND  QUEEN  KATHERINE. 

And  after  follows  bold  Robin  Hood, 
And  all  his  yeomen  gay. 

"  Come  hither,  Tepus,"  said  the  king, 

"  Bow-bearer  after  me  ;  "c 

Come  measure  me  out  with  this  line, 
How  long  our  mark  must  be. 

"  What  is  the  wager  ?  "  said  the  queene, 

"  That  must  I  now  know  here  : " 
"  Three  hundred  tun  of  Rhenish  wine,  « 

Three  hundred  tun  of  beere  ; 

"  Three  hundred  of  the  fattest  harts 

That  run  on  Dallom  lee  ; 
That's  a  princely  wager,"  said  the  king, 

"  That  needs  must  I  tell  thee."  so 

With  that  bespake  one  Clifton  then, 

Full  quickly  and  full  soone  ; 
"  Measure  no  markes  for  us,  most  soveraigne 
liege, 

Wee'l  shoot  at  sun  and  moone." 

"  Ful  fifteene  score  your  marke  shall  be,          ss 
Ful  fifteene  score  shall  stand ;  " 

The  practice  of  shooting  here  is  alluded  to  by  Cotton,  in 
his  Virgile  travestie  (b.  iv.),  1667: 

"And  arrows  loos' d  from  Grub-street  bow, 

"  In  FINSBURY,  to  him  are  slow;  " 
and  continued  till  within  the  memory  of  persons  now  living . 

RlTSON. 


EOBIN    HOOD    AND    QUEEN    KATHERINE.      317 

"  I'll  lay  my  bow,"  said  Clifton  then, 
"  I'll  cleave  the  willow  wand." 

With  that  the  kings  archers  led  about, 

While  it  was  three  and  none  ;  « 

With  that  the  ladies  began  to  shout, 
"  Madam,  your  game  is  gone." 

"  A  boone,  a  boone,"  queen  Katherine  cries, 

"  I  crave  it  on  my  bare  knee ; 
Is  there  any  knight  of  your  privy  counsel        & 

Of  queen  Katherines  part  will  be  ? 

"  Come  hither  to  mee,  sir  Richard  Lee, 

Thou  art  a  knight  full  good  ; 
For  I  do  knowe  by  thy  pedigree 

Thou  sprung'st  from  Gowers  blood.  ioc 

"  Come  hither  to  me,  thou  bishop  of  Hereford 
shire," 

For  a  noble  priest  was  hee  ; 
"  By  my  silver  miter,"  said  the  bishop  then, 

"  He  not  bet  one  peny." 

"  The  king  hath  archers  of  his  own,  ioe 

Full  ready  and  full  light, 
And  these  be  strangers  every  one, 

No  man  knowes  what  they  hight." 

"  What  wilt  thou  bet,"  said  Robin  Hood, 
"  Thou  seest  our  game  the  worse  ?  "  no 


318      ROBIN    HOOD  AND  QUEEN   KATHERINE. 

"  By  my  silver  miter,"  then  said  the  bishop, 
"  All  the  money  within  my  purse." 

"  What  is  in  thy  purse  ?  "  said  Robin  Hood, 
"  Throw  it  downe  on  the  ground." 

u  fifteen  score  nobles,"  said  the  bishop  ;          iu 
"  It's  neere  an  hundred  pound." 

Robin  Hood  took  his  bagge  from  his  side, 
And  threw  it  downe  on  the  greene ; 

William  Scadlocke  then  went  smiling  away, 
"  I  know  who  this  money  must  win."          120 

With  that  the  kings  archers  led  about, 

While  it  was  three  and  three  ; 
With  that  the  ladies  gave  a  shout, 

"  Woodcock,  beware  thy  knee !  " 

"  It  is  three  and  three,  now,"  said  the  king,    i:a 

"  The  next  three  pays  for  all : " 
Robin  Hood  went  and  whisper'd  the  queen, 

"  The  kings  part  shall  be  but  small." 

Robin  Hood  hee  led  about, 

Hee  shot  it  under  hand  ;  190 

And  Clifton,  with  a  bearing  arrow, 

Hee  clave  the  willow  wand. 

And  little  Midge,  the  millers  son, 
He  shot  not  much  the  worse ; 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    QUEEN    KATHERINE.     319 

He  shot  within  a  finger  of  the  prick  :  iss 

"  Now,  bishop,  beware  thy  purse  ! " 

"  A  boone,  a  boone,"  queen  Katherine  cries, 

"  I  crave  it  on  my  bare  knee, 
That  you  will  angry  be  with  none 

That  are  of  my  partie."  no 

"  They  shall  have  forty  daies  to  come, 

And  forty  daies  to  goe, 
And  three  times  forty  to  sport  and  play ; 

Then  welcome  friend  or  foe." 

"  Thou  art  welcome,  Robin  Hood,"  said  the 
queene,  i« 

"  And  so  is  Little  John, 
And  so  is  Midge,  the  millers  son  ; 

Thrice  welcome  every  one." 

"  Is  this  Robin  Hood  ?  "  now  said  the  king  ; 

"  For  it  was  told  to  me  150 

That  he  was  slain  in  the  palace  gates, 

So  far  in  the  north  country." 

"Is  this  Robin  Hood?"  quoth  the  bishop  then, 

"  As  I  see  well  to  be  : 

Had  I    knowne    it    had  been  that    bold  out 
law,  165 

I  would  not  [have]  bet  one  peny. 


320  ROBIN    HOODS    CHASE. 

"  Hee  tooke  me  late  one  Saturday  at  night, 

And  bound  mee  fast  to  a  tree, 
And  made  mee  sing  a  masse,  God  wot, 

To  him  and  his  yeomandree."  ieo 

"  What  an  if  I  did?"  saies  Robin  Hood, 

"  Of  that  masse  I  was  faine ; 
"  For  recompence  of  that,"  he  saies, 

"  Here's  halfe  thy  gold  againe." 

"  Now  nay,  now  nay,"  saies  Little  John,          iss 

"  Master,  that  shall  not  be  ; 
We  must  give  gifts  to  the  kings  officers  ; 

That  gold  will  serve  thee  and  mee." 


ROBIN  HOODS  CHASE  : 

Or,  a  merry  progress  between  Robin  Hood  and  Bang 
Henry  :  shewing  how  Robin  Hood  led  the  king  his 
chase  from  London  to  London  ;  and  when  he  had 
taken  his  leave  of  the  queen,  he  returned  to  merry 
Sherwood.  To  the  tune  of  Robin  Hood  and  the 
Beggar" 

"  From  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection  of 
Anthony  a  Wood."     RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  96. 

COME,  you  gallants  all,  to  you  I  do  call, 
With  hey  down,  down,  an  a  down, 
That  now  are  in  this  place  ; 


ROBIN    HOODS    CHASE.  321 

For  a  song  I  will  sing  of  Henry  the  king, 
How  he  did  Robin  Hood  chase. 

Queen  Katherin  she  a  match  did  make,  » 

As  plainly  doth  appear, 
For  three  hundred  tun  of  good  red  wine, 

And  three  [hundred]  tun  of  beere. 

But  yet  her  archers  she  had  to  seek, 

With  their  bows  and  arrows  so  good  ;  10 

But  her  mind  it  was  bent,  with  a  good  intent, 

To  send  for  bold  Robin  Hood. 

But  when  bold  Robin  he  came  there, 

Queen  Katherin  she  did  say, 
"  Thou  art  welcome,  Locksley,"  said  the  queen,  u 

"  And  all  thy  yeomen  gay  ; 

"  For  a  match  of  shooting  I  have  made, 
And  thou  on  my  part,  Robin,  must  be." 

"  If  I  miss  the  mark,  be  it  light  or  dark, 

Then  hanged  I  will  be."  20 

But  when  the  game  came  to  be  played, 

Bold  Robin  he  then  drew  nigh  ; 
With  his  mantle  of  green,  most   brave  to  be 
seen, 

He  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5,  then  did. 
VOL.    V.  21 


322  ROBIN    HOODS    CHASE. 

And  when  the  game  it  ended  was,  a 

Bold  Robin  wan  it  with  a  grace  ; 
But  after  the  king  was  angry  with  him, 

And  vowed  he  would  him  chace. 

What  though  his  pardon  granted  was, 

While  he  with  him  did  stay ;  s 

But  yet  the  king  was  vexed  at  him, 
Whenas  he  was  gone  his  way. 

Soon  after  the  king  from  the  court  did  hye, 

In  a  furious  angry  mood, 
And  often  enquired  both  far  and  near  9 

After  bold  Robin  Hood. 

But  when  the  king  to  Nottingham  came, 

Bold  Robin  was  in  the  wood  : 
"  O  come  now,"  said  he,  "  and  let  me  see 

Who  can  find  me  bold  Robin  Hood." 

But  when  that  bold  Robin  he  did  hear 

The  king  had  him  in  chase, 
Then  said  Little  John,  "  Tis  time  to  be  gone, 

And  go  to  some  other  place." 

Then  away  they  went  from  merry  Sherwood,     t 

And  into  Yorkshire  he  did  hye ; 
And  the  king  did  follow,  with  a  hoop  and  a 
hallow, 

But  could  not  come  him  nigh. 


ROBIN    HOODS    CHASE.  323 

Yet  jolly  Robin  he  passed  along, 

And  went  strait  to  Newcastle  town  ;  so 

And  there  he  stayed  hours  two  or  three, 

And  then  to  Barwick  is  gone. 

When  the  king  did  see  how  Robin  did  flee, 

He  was  vexed  wondrous  sore  ; 
WTith  a  hoop  and  a  hallow  he  vowed  to  follow,    55 

And  take  him,  or  never  give  ore. 

"  Come  now,  let's  away,"  then  crys  Little  John, 

"  Let  any  man  follow  that  dare  ; 
To  Carlisle  we'l  hye  with  our  company, 

And  so  then  to  Lancaster."  GO 

From  Lancaster  then  to  Chester  they  went, 

And  so  did  king  Henry  ; 
But  Robin  [went]  away,  for  he  durst  not  stay, 

For  fear  of  some  treachery. 

Says  Robin,  "  Come,  let  us  for  London  goe,        93 

To  see  our  noble  queens  face ; 
It  may  be  she  wants  our  company, 

Which  makes  the  king  so  us  chase." 

When  Robin  he  came  queene  Katherin  before, 
He  fell  low  upon  his  knee  :  70 

"  If  it  please  your  grace,  I  am  come  to  this  place, 
For  to  speak  with  king  Henry." 
52,  he  ...  was. 


324  ROBIN    HOODS    CHASE. 

Queen  Katherine  answered  bold  Robin  again, 
"  The  king  is  gone  to  merry  Sherwood  : 

And  when  he  went  away,  to  me  he  did  say,         75 
He  would  go  and  seek  Robin  Hood." 

"  Then  fare  you  well,  my  gracious  queen, 

For  to  Sherwood  I  will  hye  apace ; 
For  fain  would  I  see  what  he  would  with  me, 

If  I  could  but  meet  with  his  grace."  so 

But  when  king  Henry  he  came  home, 

Full  weary,  and  vexed  in  mind, 
And  that  he  did  hear  Robin  had  been  there, 

He  blamed  dame  Fortune  unkind. 

"  You're  welcome  home,"  queen  Katherin  cryed,   & 

"  Henry,  my  soveraign  liege  ; 
Bold  Robin  Hood,  that  archer  good, 

Your  person  hath  been  to  seek." 

But  when  king  Henry  he  did  hear, 

That  Robin  had  been  there  him  to  seeke,         » 
This  answer  he  gave,  "  He's  a  cunning  knave, 

For  I  have  sought  him  this  whole  three  weeks." 

•'  A  boon  !  a  boon  !  "  queen  Katherin  cry'd, 

"  I  beg  it  here  of  your  grace  ; — 
To  pardon  his  life,  and  seek  not  strife,"  &> 

And  so  endeth  Robin  Hoods  chase. 
73,  Robin  Hood. 


LITTLE  JOHN  AND  THE  FOUR  BEGGERS. 

"  FROM  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection  of 
Anthony  k  Wood :  the  full  title  being,  A  new  merry 
song  of  Robin  Hood  and  Little  John,  shewing  how 
Little  John  went  a  begging,  and  hoiv  he  fought  with  the 
four  beggers.  The  tune  is,  Robin  Hood  and  the 
JBegger."  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  132. 

ALL  you  that  delight  to  spend  some  time, 

With  a  hey  down,  down,  a  down,  down, 

A  merry  song  for  to  sing, 
Unto  me  draw  neer,  and  you  shall  hear 

How  Little  John  went  a  begging. 

As  Robin  Hood  walked  the  forest  along,  s 

And  all  his  yeomandree, 
Sayes  Robin,  "  Some  of  you  must  a  begging  go, 

And,  Little  John,  it  must  be  thee." 

Sayes  John,  "  If  I  must  a  begging  go, 

I  will  have  a  palmers  weed,  10 

With  a  staff  and  a  coat,  and  bags  of  all  sort, 
The  better  then  I  may  speed. 

"  Come,  give  me  now  a  bag  for  my  bread, 
And  another  for  my  cheese, 


326  LITTLE    JOHN 

And  one  for  a  peny,  whenas  I  get  any,  u 

That  nothing  I  may  leese." 

Now  Little  John  he  is  a  begging  gone, 

Seeking  for  some  relief ; 
But  of  all  the  beggers  he  met  on  the  way, 

Little  John  he  was  the  chief.  x 

But  as  he  was  walking  himself  alone, 

Four  beggers  he  chanced  to  spy, 
Some   deaf,   and    some    blind,   and    some    came 
behind ; 

Says  John,  "  Here's  brave  company. 

"  Good-morrow,"  said  John,  "my  brethren  dear,  25 

Good  fortune  I  had  you  to  see  ; 
Which  way  do  you  go  ?  pray  let  me  know, 

For  I  want  some  company. 

"  O  what  is  here  to  do  ?  "  then  said  Little  John, 
"  Why  ring  all  these  bells  ?  "  said  he  ;  so 

"  What  dog  is  a  hanging  ?  come,  let  us  be  ganging, 
That  we  the  truth  may  see." 

"  Here  is  no  dog  a  hanging,"  then  one  of  them  said, 

"  Good  fellow,  we  tell  unto  thee ; 
But  here  is  one  dead  that  will  give  us  cheese  and 
bread,  35 

And  it  may  be  one  single  penny." 

35, 36.     The  allusion  is  of  course  to  the  dole  at  funerals. 


AND    THE    FOUR    BEGGARS.  327 

"  We  have  brethren  in  London,"  another  he  said, 

"  So  have  we  in  Coventry, 
In  Barwick  and  Dover,  and  all  the  world  over, 

But  ne'er  a  crookt  carril  like  thee.  40 

"  Therefore  stand  thee  back,  thou  crooked  carel, 
And  take  that  knock  on  the  crown  :  " 

"  Nay,"  said  Little  John,  "  He  not  yet  be  gone, 
For  a  bout  will  I  have  of  you  round. 

"  Now  have  at  you  all,"  then  said  Little  John,    45 

"  If  you  be  so  full  of  your  blows ; 
Fight  on  all  four,  and  nere  give  ore, 

Whether  you  be  friends  or  foes." 

John  nipped  the  dumb,  and  made  him  to  rore, 
And  the  blind  he  made  to  see,  so 

And  he  that  a  cripple  had  been  seven  years, 
He  made  run  then  faster  than  he. 

And  flinging  them  all  against  the  wall, 

With  many  a  sturdie  bang, 
It  made  John  sing,  to  hear  the  gold  ring.  « 

Which  against  the  walls  cryed  twang. 

Then  he  got  out  of  the  beggers  cloak 

Three  hundred  pound  in  gold ; 
u  Good  fortune  had  I,"  then  said  Little  John, 

"  Such  a  good  sight  to  behold."  GO 

51,  that  could  not. 


328  LITTLE    JOHN,    ETC. 

But  what  found  he  in  the  beggars  bag, 
But  three  hundred  pound  and  three  ? 

"  If  I  drink  water  while  this  doth  last, 
Then  an  ill  death  may  I  dye. 

"  And  my  begging  trade  I  will  now  give  ore,       « 

My  fortune  hath  bin  so  good ; 
Therefore  He  not  stay,  but  I  will  away 

To  the  forrest  of  merry  Sherwood." 

And  when  to  the  forrest  of  Sherwood  he  came, 
He  quickly  there  did  see  70 

His  master  good,  bold  Robin  Hood, 
And  all  his  company. 

"  What  news  ?   What  news  ?  "  then  said  Robin 
Hood, 

"  Come,  Little  John,  tell  unto  me  ; 
How  hast  thou  sped  with  thy  beggers  trade  ?      « 

For  that  I  fain  would  see." 

"  No  news  but  good,"  said  Little  John, 
"  With  begging  ful  wel  I  have  sped  ; 

Six  hundred  and  three  I  have  here  for  thee, 
In  silver  and  gold  so  red.  eo 

Then  Robin  took  Little  John  by  the  hand, 

And  danced  about  the  oak  tree  : 
"  If  we  drink  water  while  this  doth  last, 

Then  an  il  death  may  we  die." 


THE    NOBLE    FISHERMAN.  329 

So  to  conclude  my  merry  new  song,  ss 

All  you  that  delight  it  to  sing, 
'Tis  of  Robin  Hood,  that  archer  good, 

And  how  Little  John  went  a  begging. 


THE   NOBLE    FISHER-MAN, 

OR,  ROBIN  HOODS  PREFERMENT  : 

SHEWING  how  he  won  a  prize  on  the  sea,  and  how  he 
gave  the  one  halfe  to  his  dame,  and  the  other  to  the 
building  of  almes-houses.  The  tune  is,  In  summer 
time,  etc. 

"  From  three  old  black-letter  copies ;  one  in  the 
collection  of  Anthony  a  Wood,  another  in  the  British 
Museum,  and  the  third  in  a  private  collection."  BIT- 
SON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  114. 

IN  summer  time,  when  leaves  grow  green, 
When  they  doe  grow  both  green  and  long, — 

Of  a,  bold  outlaw,  call'd  Robin  Hood, 
It  is  of  him  I  do  sing  this  song, — 

When  the  lilly  leafe,  and  the  eglantine,  5 

Doth  bud  and  spring  with  a  merry  cheere, 

This  outlaw  was  weary  of  the  wood-side, 
And  chasing  of  the  fallow-deere. 

5,  elephant. 


330  THE    NOBLE    FISHERMAN. 

"  The  fisher-men  brave  more  mony  have 

Than  any  merchants  two  or  three  ;  w 

Therefore  I  will  to  Scarborough  go, 
That  I  a  fisherman  brave  may  be." 

This  outlaw  called  his  merry  men  all, 
As  they  sate  under  the  green-wood  tree  : 

'•  If  any  of  you  have  gold  to  spend,  is 

I  pray  you  heartily  spend  it  with  me." 

"  Now,"  quoth  Robin  Hood,  "  He  to  Scarborough 

g°> 

It  seems  to  be  a  Very  faire  day  ;  " 
He  tooke  up  his  inne  at  a  widdow-womans  house, 
Hard  by  upon  the  water  gray :  20 

Who  asked  of  him,  "  Where  wert  thou  borne  ? 

Or  tell  to  me  where  dost  thou  fare  ?  " 
"  I  am  a.  poor  fisherman,"  said  he  then, 

"  This  day  intrapped  all  in  care." 

"  What  is  thy  name,  thou  fine  fellow,  25 

I  pray  thee  heartily  tell  it  to  mee  ?  " 

"  In  my  own  country,  where  I  was  borne, 
Men  call  me  Simon  over  the  Lee." 

u  Simon,  Simon,"  said  the  good  wife, 

"  I  wish  thou  mayest  well  brook  thy  name ;  "  so 
The  out-law  was  ware  of  her  courtesie, 

And  rejoyced  he  had  got  such  a  dame. 


THE    NOBLE    FISHERMAN.  331 

"  Simon,  wilt  thou  be  my  man  ? 

And  good  round  wages  He  give  thee  ; 
I  have  as  good  a  ship  of  my  own  35 

As  any  sails  upon  the  sea. 

"  Anchors  and  planks  thou  shalt  not  want, 
Masts  and  ropes  that  are  so  long : " 

"  And  if  you  thus  do  furnish  me," 

Said  Simon,  "  nothing  shall  goe  wrong."          *) 

They  pluckt  up  anchor,  and  away  did  sayle, 

More  of  a  day  then  two  or  three ; 
When  others  cast  in  their  baited  hooks, 

The  bare  lines  into  the  sea  cast  he. 

"  It  will  be  long,"  said  the  master  then,  45 

"  Ere  this  great  lubber  do  thrive  on  the  sea  ; 

I'le  assure  you  he  shall  have  no  part  of  our  fish, 
For  in  truth  he  is  no  part  worthy." 

"  O  woe  is  me  !  "  said  Simon  then, 

"  This  day  that  ever  I  came  here  !  so 

I  wish  I  were  in  Plompton  parke, 

In  chasing  of  the  fallow  deere. 

"  For  every  clowne  laughs  me  to  scorne, 

And  they  by  me  set  nought  at  all ; 
If  I  had  them  in  Plompton  park,  ss 

I  would  set  as  little  by  them  all." 


332  THE    NOBLE    FISHERMAN. 

They  pluckt  up  anchor,  and  away  did  sayle, 

More  of  a  day  then  two  or  three : 
But  Simon  espyed  a  ship  of  warre, 

That  sayled  towards  them  most  valorously.      eo 

u  O  woe  is  me  ! "  said  the  master  then, 

"  This  day  that  ever  I  was  borne ! 
For  all  our  fish  we  have  got  to-day 

Is  every  bit  lost  and  forlorne. 

"  For  your  French  robbers  on  the  sea,  es 

They  will  not  spare  of  us  one  man, 

But  carry  us  to  the  coast  of  France, 
And  ligge  us  in  the  prison  strong." 

But  Simon  said,  "  Doe  not  feare  them, 

Neither,  master,  take  you  no  care  ;  ro 

Give  me  my  bent  bow  in  my  hand, 

And  never  a  Frenchman  will  I  spare." 

"  Hold  thy  peace,  thou  long  lubber, 

For  thou  art  nought  but  brags  and  boast ; 

If  I  should  cast  thee  over-board,  75 

There's  but  a  simple  lubber  lost." 

Simon  grew  angry  at  these  words, 

And  so  angry  then  was  he, 
That  he  took  his  bent  bow  in  his  hand, 

And  in  the  ship-hatch  goe  doth  he.  so 


THE   NOBLE    FISHERMAN.  333 

"  Master,  tye  me  to  the  mast,"  saith  he, 
"  That  at  my  mark  I  may  stand  fair, 

And  give  me  my  bent  bow  in  my  hand, 
And  never  a  Frenchman  will  I  spare." 

He  drew  his  arrow  to  the  very  head,  86 

And  drewe  it  with  all  his  might  and  maine, 

And  straightway,  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye, 
Doth  the  Frenchmans  heart  the  arrow  gain. 

The  Frenchman  fell  down  on  the  ship  hatch, 
And  under  the  hatches  there  below ;  90 

Another  Frenchman,  that  him  espy'd, 
The  dead  corpse  into  the  sea  doth  throw. 

"  O  master,  loose  me  from  the  mast,"  he  said, 
"  And  for  them  all  take  you  no  care ; 

For  give  me  my  bent  bow  in  my  hand,  w 

And  never  a  Frenchman  will  I  spare." 

Then  streight  [they]  boarded  the  French  ship, 
They  lyeing  all  dead  in  their  sight ; 

They  found  within  that  ship  of  warre 

Twelve  thousand  pound  of  mony  bright.          100 

"  The  one  halfe  of  the  ship,"  said  Simon  then, 
"  I'le  give  to  my  dame  and  children  small ; 

The  other  halfe  of  the  ship  I'le  bestow 
On  you  that  are  my  fellowes  all." 


334  ROBIN   HOOD 

But  now  bespake  the  master  then,  105 

"  For  so,  Simon,  it  shall  not  be, 
For  you  have  won  it  with  your  own  hand, 

And  the  owner  of  it  you  shall  bee." 

"  It  shall  be  so,  as  I  have  said ; 

And,  with  this  gold,  for  the  opprest  no 

An  habitation  I  will  build, 

Where  they  shall  live  in  peace  and  rest." 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE    TANNERS 
DAUGHTER. 

Gutch's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  345. 

COMMUNICATED  to  Gutch  by  Mr.  Payne  Collier, 
and  derived  by  him,  with  Robin  flood  and  the  Peddlers, 
from  a  volume  of  MS.  ballads,  collected,  as  Mr.  C. 
conjectures,  about  the  date  of  the  Protectorate. 

The  story  is  only  one  of  the  varieties  of  the  Douglas 
Tragedy.  See  vol.  ii.  p.  114. 

As  Robin  Hood  sat  by  a  tree, 

He  espied  a  prettie  may, 
And  when  she  chanced  him  to  see. 

She  turnd  her  head  away. 

"  0  feare  me  not,  thou  prettie  mayde,  « 

And  doe  not  flie  from  mee, 


AND    THE    TANNERS    DAUGHTER.  335 

I  am  the  kindest  man,"  he  said, 
"  That  ever  eye  did  see." 

Then  to  her  he  did  doffe  his  cap, 

And  to  her  lowted  low,  o 

u  To  meete  with  thee  I  hold  it  good  hap, 

If  thou  wilt  not  say  noe." 

Then  he  put  his  hand  around  her  waste, 

Soe  small,  so  tight,  and  trim, 
And  after  sought  her  lip  to  taste,  is 

And  she  to[o]  kissed  him. 

"  Where  dost  thou  dwell,  my  prettie  maide, 

I  prithee  tell  to  mee  ?  " 
"  I  am  a  tanners  daughter,"  she  said, 

"  John  Hobbes  of  Barneslee."  20 

"  And  whither  goest  thou,  pretty  maide  ? 

Shall  I  be  thy  true  love  ?  " 
"  If  thou  art  not  afeard,"  she  said, 

"  My  true  love  thou  shalt  prove." 

"  What  should  I  feare  ?  "  then  he  replied  ;        as 

"  I  am  thy  true  love  now ; " 
"  I  have  two  brethren,  and  their  pride 

Would  scorn  such  one  as  thou." 

«  That  will  we  try,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  I  was  not  made  their  scorne  ;  30 


336  ROBIN   HOOD 

He  shed  my  blood  to  doe  the[e]  good, 
As  sure  as  they  were  borne." 

"  My  brothers  are  proude  and  fierce  and  strong ; " 

"  I  am,"  said  he,  "  the  same, 
And  if  they  offer  thee  to  wrong,  35 

Theyle  finde  He  play  their  game. 

"  Through  the  free  forrest  I  can  run, 

The  king  may  not  controll ; 
They  are  but  barking  tanners  sons, 

To  me  they  shall  pay  toll.  « 

"  And  if  not  mine  be  sheepe  and  kine, 

I  have  cattle  on  my  land  ; 
On  venison  eche  day  I  may  dine, 

Whiles  they  have  none  in  hand." 

These  wordes  had  Robin  Hood  scarce  spoke,  45 

When  they  two  men  did  see, 
Come  riding  till  their  horses  smoke  : 

"  My  brothers  both,"  cried  shee. 

Each  had  a  good  sword  by  his  side, 

And  furiouslie  they  rode  so 

To  where  they  Robin  Hood  espied, 
That  with  the  maiden  stood. 

u  Flee  hence,  flee  hence,  away  with  speede  ! " 
Cried  she  to  Robin  Hood, 


AND    THE    TANNERS    DAUGHTER.  337 

"  For  if  thou  stay,  thoult  surely  bleede ;  « 

I  could  not  see  thy  blood." 

"  With  us,  false  maiden,  come  away, 

And  leave  that  outlawe  bolde  ; 
Why  fledst  thou  from  thy  home  this  day, 

And  left  thy  father  olde  ?  "  eo 

Robin  stept  backe  but  paces  five, 

Unto  a  sturdie  tree  ; 
"  He  fight  whiles  I  am  left  alive ; 

Stay,  thou  sweete  maide,  with  mee." 

He  stood  before,  she  stoode  behinde,  65 

The  brothers  two  drewe  nie ; 
"  Our  sister  now  to  us  resign, 

Or  thou  full  sure  shalt  die." 

Then  cried  the  maide,  "  My  brethren  deare, 
With  ye  He  freely  wend,  70 

But  harm  not  this  young  forrester, 
Noe  ill  doth  he  pretend." 

"  Stande  up,  sweete  maide,  I  plight  my  troth  ; 

Fall  thou  not  on  thy  knee  ; 
He  force  thy  cruell  brothers  both  75 

To  bend  the  knee  to  thee. 

"  Stand  thou  behinde  this  sturdie  oke, 

I  soone  will  quell  their  pride ; 
VOL.  v.  22 


338  ROBIN    HOOD 

Thoult  see  my  sword  with  furie  smoke, 

And  in  their  hearts  blood  died."  «o 

He  set  his  backe  against  a  tree, 

His  foote  against  a  stone  ; 
The  first  blow  that  he  gave  so  free 

Cleft  one  man  to  the  bone. 

The  tanners  bold  they  fought  right  well,  as 

And  it  was  one  to  two ; 
But  Robin  did  them  both  refell, 

All  in  the  damsells  viewe. 

The  red  blood  ran  from  Robins  brow, 

All  downe  unto  his  knee ;  90 

"  O  holde  your  handes,  my  brethren  now, 
I  will  goe  backe  with  yee." 

"  Stand  backe,  stand  backe,  my  pretty  inaide, 

Stand  backe  and  let  me  fight ; 
By  sweete  St.  James  be  no  afraide  M 

But  I  will  it  requite." 

Then  Robin  did  his  sword  uplift, 

And  let  it  fall  againe  ; 
The  oldest  brothers  head  it  cleft, 

Right  through  unto  his  braine.  100 

"  O  hold  thy  hand,  bolde  forrester, 
Or  ill  may  thee  betide  ; 


AND    THE    TANNERS    DAUGHTER.  339 

Slay  not  my  youngest  brother  here, 
He  is  my  fathers  pride." 

"  Away,  for  I  would  scorne  to  owe,  i<» 

My  life  to  the[e],  false  maide  ! " 
The  youngest  cried,  and  aim'd  a  blow 

That  lit  on  Robins  head. 

Then  Robin  leand  against  the  tree, 

His  life  nie  gone  did  seeme  ;  no 

His  eyes  did  swim,  he  could  not  see 

The  maiden  start  betweene. 

It  was  not  long  ere  Robin  Hood 
Could  welde  his  sword  so  bright ; 

Upon  his  feete  he  firmly  stood,  us 

And  did  renew  the  fight ; 

Untill  the  tanner  scarce  could  heave 

His  weapon  in  the  aire ; 
But  Robin  would  not  him  bereave 

Of  life,  and  left  him  there.  120 

Then  to  the  greenewood  did  he  fly, 

And  with  him  went  the  maide ; 
For  him  she  vowd  that  she  would  dye, 

He'd  live  for  her,  he  said. 

Finis.  T.  Fleming. 


APPENDIX. 


ROBIN  HOODS  BIRTH,  BREEDING,  VALOUR, 
AND  MARRIAGE. 

Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  1. 

RITSON  printed  this  piece  from  a  black-letter  copy 
in  a  large  and  valuable  collection  of  old  ballads  which 
successively  belonged  to  Major  Pearson,  the  Duke 
of  Roxburghe,  and  Mr.  Bright,  but  which  is  now  in 
the  British  Museum. 

The  full  title  of  the  original  is :  A  new  ballad  of  bold 
Robin  Hood ;  shewing  his  birth,  breeding,  valour,  and 
marriage  at  Tilbury  Bull-running.  Calculated  for  the 
meridian  of  Staffordshire,  but  may  serve  for  Derbyshire 
or  Kent. 

The  copy  in  A  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  i.  67,  is 
the  same. 

KIND  gentlemen,  will  you  be  patient  awhile  ? 

Ay,  and  then  you  shall  hear  anon 
A  very  good  ballad  of  bold  Robin  Hood, 

And  of  his  brave  man  Little  John. 

In  Locksly  town,  in  merry  Nottinghamshire,  a 

In  merry  sweet  Locksly  town, 
There  bold  Robin  Hood  he  was  born  and  was  bred, 

Bold  Robin  of  famous  renown. 


344          ROBIN    HOODS    BIRTH,    BREEDING, 

The  father  of  Robin  a  forrester  was, 

And  he  shot  in  a  lusty  strong  bow,  10 

Two  north  country  miles  and  an  inch  at  a  shot, 

As  the  Finder  of  Wakefield  does  know. 

For  he  brought  Adam  Bell,  and  Clim  of  the  Clough, 

And  William  of  Clowdesle, 
To  shoot  with  our  forrester  for  forty  mark,  15 

And  the  forrester  beat  them  all  three. 

His  mother  was  neece  to  the  Coventry  knight, 
Which  Warwickshire  men  call  sir  Guy  ; 

For  he  slew  the  blue  bore  that  hangs  up  at  the  gate, 
Or  mine  host  of  the  Bull  tells  a  lie.  20 

Her  brother  was  Gamwel,  of  Great  Garnwel-Hall, 

A  noble  house-keeper  was  he, 
Ay,  as  ever  broke  bread  in  sweet  Nottinghamshire, 

And  a  'squire  of  famous  degree. 

The  mother  of  Robin  said  to  her  husbknd,  25 

,  "  My  honey,  my  love,  and  my  dear, 
Let  Robin  and  I  ride  this  morning  to  Gamwel, 
To  taste  of  my  brother's  good  cheer." 

And  he  said,  "  I  grant  thee  thy  boon,  gentle  Joan, 
Take  one  of  my  horses,  I  pray  :  30 

The  sun  is  arising,  and  therefore  make  haste, 
For  to-morrow  is  Christmas-day." 

Then  Robin  Hood's  father's  grey  gelding  was  brought, 
And  sadled  and  bridled  was  he  ; 

14,  Clowdel  le. 


VALOUR,    AND    MARRIAGE.  345 

God  wot  a  blue  bonnet,  his  new  suit  of  cloaths,  3s 

And  a  cloak  that  did  reach  to  his  knee. 

She  got  on  her  holyday  kirtle  and  gown, 

They  were  of  a  light  Lincoln  green  ; 
The  cloath  was  homespun,  but  for  colour  and  make 

It  might  a  beseem'd  our  queen.  *o 

And  then  Robin  got  on  his  basket-hilt  sword, 

And  his  dagger  on  his  tother  side  ; 
And  said,  "  My  dear  mother,  let's  haste  to  be  gone, 

We  have  forty  long  miles  to  ride." 

When  Robin  had  mounted  his  gelding  so  grey,  « 

His  father,  without  any  trouble, 
Set  her  up  behind  him,  and  bad  her  not  fear, 

For  his  gelding  had  oft  carried  double. 

And  when  she  was  settled,  they  rode  to  their  neighbours, 
And  drank  and  shook  hands  with  them  all ;  BO 

And  then  Robin  gallopt,  and  never  gave  o're, 
'Till  they  lighted  at  Gamwel-Hall. 

And  now  you  may  think  the  right  worshipful  'squire 

Was  joyful  his  sister  to  see ; 
For  he  kist  her,  and  kist  her,  and  swore  a  great  oath,    55 

"  Thou  art  welcome,  kind  sister,  to  me." 

To-morrow,  when  mass  had  been  said  in  the  chappel, 

Six  tables  were  covered  in  the  hall, 
And  in  comes  the  'squire,  and  makes  a  short  speech, 

It  was,  "  Neighbours,  you're  welcome  all.  eo 

48,  has. 


346          ROBIN    HOODS    BIRTH,   BREEDING, 

"  But  not  a  man  here  shall  taste  my  March  beer, 
'Till  a  Christmas  carrol  he  does  sing : " 

Then  all  clapt  their  hands,  and  they  shouted  and  sung, 
'Till  the  hall  and  the  parlour  did  ring. 

Now  mustard  and  brawn,  roast  beef  and  plumb  pies,    65 

Were  set  upon  every  table  : 
And  noble  George  Gamwel  said,  "  Eat  and  be  merry 

And  drink  too  as  long  as  you're  able." 

When  dinner  was  ended,  his  chaplain  said  grace, 
And,  "  Be  merry,  my  friends,"  said  the  'squire ;      70 

"  It  rains,  and  it  blows,  but  call  for  more  ale, 
And  lay  some  more  wood  on  the  fire. 

"  And  now  call  ye  Little  John  hither  to  me, 

For  Little  John  is  a  fine  lad 
At  gambols  and  juggling,  and  twenty  such  tricks,       n 

As  shall  make  you  both  merry  and  glad. 

When  Little  John  came,  to  gambols  they  went, 

Both  gentlemen,  yeomen,  and  clown  ; 
And  what  do  you  think  ?     Why,  as  true  as  I  live, 

Bold  Robin  Hood  put  them  all  down.  so 

And  now  you  may  think  the  right  worshipful  'squire 

Was  joyful  this  sight  for  to  see ; 
For  he  said,  "  Cousin  Robin,  thou'st  go  no  more  home, 

But  tarry  and  dwell  here  with  me. 

•'  Thou  shalt  have  my  land  when  I  die,  and  till  then,    85 

Thou  shalt  be  the  staff  of  my  age  : " 
"  Then  grant  me  my  boon,  dear  uncle,"  said  Robin, 

"  That  Little  John  may  be  my  page." 


VALOUR,   AND    MARRIAGE.  347 

And  lie  said,  "  Kind  cousin,  I  grant  thee  thy  boon ; 

With  all  my  heart,  so  let  it  be ;"  .  90 

"  Then  come  hither,  Little  John,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  Come  hither,  my  page,  unto  me. 

"  Go  fetch  me  my  bow,  my  longest  long  bow, 

And  broad  arrows,  one,  two,  or  three  ; 
For  when  'tis  fair  weather  we'll  into  Sherwood,  ss 

Some  merry  pastime  to  see. 

When  Robin  Hood  came  into  merry  Sherwood, 

He  winded  his  bugle  so  clear ; 
And  twice  five  and  twenty  good  yeomen  and  bold 

Before  Robin  Hood  did  appear.  100 

"  Where  are  your  companions  all  ?  "  said  Robin  Hood» 

"  For  still  I  want  forty  and  three  :  " 
Then  said  a  bold  yeoman,  "  Lo,  yonder  they  stand, 

All  under  the  green  wood  tree." 

As  that  word  was  spoke,  Clorinda  came  by,  ios 

The  queen  of  the  shepherds  was  she ; 
And  her  gown  was  of  velvet  as  green  as  the  grass, 

And  her  buskin  did  reach  to  her  knee. 

Her  gait  it  was  graceful,  her  body  was  straight, 

And  her  countenance  free  from  pride  ;  no 

A  bow  in  her  hand,  and  a  quiver  of  arrows 
Hung  dangling  by  her  sweet  side. 

Her  eye-brows  were  black,  ay,  and  so  was  her  hair, 
And  her  skin  was  as  smooth  as  glass  ; 


104, 


348          ROBIN    HOODS    BIRTH,    BREEDING, 

Her  visage  spoke  wisdom,  and  modesty  too ;  215 

Sets  with  Robin  Hood  such  a  lass  ! 

Said  Robin  Hood,  "  Lady  fair,  whither  away  ? 

O  whither,  fair  lady,  away  ?  " 
And  she  made  him  an  answer,  "  To  kill  a  fat  buck  ; 

For  to-morrow  is  Titbury  day."  lio 

Said  Robin  Hood,  "  Lady  fair,  wander  with  me 

A  little  to  yonder  green  bower  ; 
There  set  down  to  rest  you,  and  you  shall  be  sure 

Of  a  brace  or  a  leash  in  an  hour." 

And  as  we  were  going  towards  the  green  bower,        125 

Two  hundred  good  bucks  we  espy'd ; 
She  chose  out  the  fattest  that  was  in  the  herd, 

And  she  shot  him  through  side  and  side. 

•"  By  theVaith  of  my  body,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 
"  I  never  saw  woman  like  thee  ;  iso 

And  com'st  thou  from  east,  or  com'st  thou  from  west, 
Thou  needst  not  beg  venison  of  me. 

"  However,  along  to  my  bower  you  shall  go, 

And  taste  of  a  forrester's  meat : " 
And  when  we  came  thither  we  found  as  good  cheer    135 

As  any  man  needs  for  to  eat. 

For  there  was  hot  venison,  and  warden  pies  cold, 
Cream  clouted,  with  honey-combs  plenty  ; 

And  the  servitors  they  were,  besides  Little  John, 
Good  yeomen  at  least  four  and  twenty.  i-w 

124,  lease.  127,  choose. 


VALOUR,   AND    MARRIAGE.  349 

Clorinda  said,  "  Tell  me  your  name,  gentle  sir ; " 

And  he  said,  "  'Tis  bold  Robin  Hood : 
'Squire  Gamwel's  my  uncle,  but  all  my  delight 

Is  to  dwell  in  the  merry  Sherwood ; 

"  For  'tis  a  fine  life,  and  'tis  void  of  all  strife."  145 

"  So  'tis,  sir,  Clorinda  reply'd." 

"  But  oh   "   said    bold    Robin,   "  how  sweet    would 
it  be, 

If  Clorinda  would  be  my  bride  ! " 

She  blusht  at  the  motion ;  yet,  after  a  pause 

Said,  "  Yes,  sir,  and  with  all  my  heart :  "  150 

"  Then  let  us  send  for  a  priest,"  said  Robin  Hood, 
"  And  be  married  before  we  do  part." 

But  she  said,  "  It  may  not  be  so,  gentle  sir,' 

For  I  must  be  at  Titbury  feast ; 
And  if  Robin  Hood  will  go  thither  with  me,  iss 

I'll  make  him  the  most  welcome  guest." 

Said  Robin  Hood,    "  Reach  me    that   buck,   Little 
John, 

For  I'll  go  along  with  my  dear ; 
And  bid  my  yeomen  kill  six  brace  of  bucks, 

And  meet  me  to-morrow  just  here."  leo 

Before  he  had  ridden  five  Staffordshire  miles, 

Eight  yeomen,  that  were  too  bold, 
Bid  Robin  Hood  stand,  and  deliver  his  buck  ; 

A  truer  tale  never  was  told. 

"  I  will  not,  faith,"  said  bold  Robin ;  "  come,  John,     IGS 
Stand  by  me,  and  we'll  beat  'em  all : " 


350          ROBIN    HOODS    BIRTH,   BREEDING, 

Then  both  drew  their  swords,  and  so  cut  'em,  and 

slasht  'em, 
That  five  of  them  did  fall. 

The  three  that  remain'd  call'd  to  Robin  for  quarter, 
And  pitiful  John  begg'd  their  lives  ;  L*O 

When  John's  boon  was  granted,  he  gave  them  good 

counsel, 
And  sent  them  all  home  to  their  wives. 

This  battle  was  fought  near  to  Titbury  town, 
When  the  bagpipes  baited  the  bull ; 

174.  Tutbury,  or  Stutesbury,  Staffordshire.  This  cele 
brated  place  lies  about  four  miles  from  Burton-upon-Trent, 
on  the  west  bank  of  the  river  Don.  Its  castle,  it  is  supposed, 
was  built  a  considerable  time  before  the  Norman  conquest. 
Being  the  principal  seat  of  the  D  tikes  of  Lancaster,  it  was 
long  distinguished  as  the  scene  of  festivity  and  splendour. 
The  number  of  minstrels  which  crowded  it  was  so  great, 
that  it  was  found  necessary  to  have  recourse  to  some  expedi 
ent  for  preserving  order  among  them,  and  determining  their 
claims  of  precedence.  Accordingly,  one  of  their  number, 
with  the  title  of  king  of  the  minstrels,  was  appointed,  and 
under  him  several  inferior  officers,  to  assist  in  the  execution 
of  the  laws.  To  this  chief  a  charter  was  granted  by  John 
of  Gaunt,  Duke  of  Lancaster,  22nd  August,  4th  Richard  II., 
1381.  This  king  of  the  minstrels  and  his  officers  having 
inflicted  fines  and  punishments  which  exceeded  the  due 
bounds  of  justice,  a  court  for  hearing  and  determining  com 
plaints  and  controversies  was  instituted,  which  was  yearly 
held  with  many  forms  and  ceremonies.  The  business  of  the 
court  being  concluded,  the  officers  withdraw  to  partake  of  a 
sumptuous  repast,  prepared  for  them  by  the  steward  of  the 
lordship.  In  the  afternoon  the  minstrels  assembled  at  the 
gate  of  the  priory,  where,  by  way  of  amusement  for  the  mul 
titude,  a  bull,  having  his  horns,  ears,  and  tail  cut  off,  his  body 
besmeared  with  soap,  and  his  nose  blown  full  of  pepper,  was 


VALOUR,   AND    MARRIAGE.  351 

I'm  the  king  of  the  fidlers,  and  I  swear  'tis  truth,      ire 
And  I  call  him  that  doubts  it  a  gull : 

For  I  saw  them  fighting,  and  fiddled  the  while, 
And  Clorinda  sung  "  Hey  deny  down  ! 

The  bumkins  are  beaten,  put  up  thy  sword,  Bob, 
And  now  let's  dance  into  the  town."  iso 

Before  we  came  in,  we  heard  a  strange  shouting, 

And  all  that  were  in  it  look'd  madly ; 
For  some  were  on  bull-back,  some  dancing  a  morris, 

And  some  singing  Artliur-a-Bradley. 

And  there  we  see  Thomas,  our  justices  clerk,  185 

And  Mary,  to  whom  he  was  kind  ; 
For  Tom  rode  before  her,  and  call'd  Mary  madam, 

And  kiss'd  her  full  sweetly  behind  : 

And  so  may  your  worships.     But  we  went  to  dinner, 
With  Thomas  and  Mary,  and  Nan ;  190 

They  all  drank  a  health  to  Clorinda  and  told  her 
Bold  Robin  Hood  was  a  fine  man. 

When  dinner  was  ended,  sir  Roger,  the  parson 
Of  Dubbridge,  was  sent  for  in  haste : 

then  let  loose.  If  the  minstrels  could  take  and  hold  him, 
even  so  long  as  to  deprive  him  of  the  smallest  portion  of  his 
hair,  he  was  declared  their  property,  provided  this  was  done 
within  the  confines  of  Staffordshire,  and  before  sunset.  The 
bull  was  next  collared  and  roped,  and  being  brought  to  the 
market  cross,  was  baited  with  dogs.  After  this  he  was  de 
livered  to  the  minstrels,  who  might  dispose  of  him  as  they 
deemed  proper.  Vide  Blount's  Ancient  Tenures,  Hawkins's 
History  of  Music,  Strutt's  Sports  and  Pastimes,  for  fuller  par 
ticulars  of  this  ancient  custom.  GUTCH. 


352     ROBIN    HOODS    BIRTH,   BREEDING,  ETC. 

He  brought   his  mass-book,   and   he  bad   them  take 
hands,  195 

And  joyn'd  them  in  marriage  full  fast. 

And  then,  as  bold  Robin  Hood  and  his  sweet  bride 
Went  hand  in  hand  to  the  green  bower, 

The  birds  sung  with  pleasure  in  merry  Sherwood, 
And  'twas  a  most  joyful  hour.  200 

And  when  Robin  came  in  sight  of  the  bower, 

"  Where  are  my  yeomen  ?  "  said  he : 
And  Little  John  answer'd,  "  Lo,  yonder  they  stand, 

All  under  the  green  wood  tree." 

Then  a  garland   they   brought  her  by  two  and  by 

tWO,  203 

And  plac'd  them  all  on  the  bride's  head  : 
The  music  struck  up,  and  we  all  fell  to  dance, 
'Till  the  bride  and  bridegroom  were  a-bed. 

And  what  they  did  there  must  be  counsel  to  me, 
Because  they  lay  long  the  next  day  ;  210 

And  I  had  haste  home,  but  I  got  a  good  piece 
Of  bride-cake,  and  so  came  away. 

Now  out,  alas !  I  had  forgotten  to  tell  ye, 

That  marry'd  they  were  with  a  ring ; 
And  so  will  Nan  Knight,  or  be  buried  a  maiden,       215 

And  now  let  us  pray  for  the  king : 

That  he  may  get  children,  and  they  may  get  more, 

To  govern  and  do  us  some  good  : 
And  then  I'll  make  ballads  in  Robin  Hood's  bower, 

And  sing  'em  in  merry  Sherwood.  220 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD.     353 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD. 

Gutch's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  88. 

THIS  doggerel  is  by  Martin  Parker,  a  well-known 
author  of  ballads  in  the  reign  of  Charles  I.  and  dur 
ing  the  Protectorate.  The  titles  of  several  of  his  works 
are  given  by  Ritson,  (Robin  Hood,  i.  127,)  and  those 
of  others  may  be  seen  in  Collier's  Roxburghe  Ballads, 
237,  243,  and  Ritson's  Ancient  Songs,  ii.  257,  263  ; 
among  these  last  is  the  celebrated  song,  When  the 
king  enjoys  his  own  again. 

Ritson  printed  this  piece  from  a  black-letter  edition 
dated  1686.  Gutch  obtained  a  somewhat  better  copy 
from  Mr.  Collier,  which  we  have  here  followed.  "  The 
date  of  Mr.  Collier's  copy  is  cut  off,  but  enough  re 
mains  to  shew  that  it  was  printed  at  London,  'for 
T.  Cotes,  and  are  to  be  sold  by  F.  Grove,  dwelling 
upon  Snow-hill  near  the  Saracens  *  *  *.'  The  first 
edition  was  entered  at  Stationers'  Hall,  20th  Febru 
ary,  1631." 

The  title  in  full  is  :  «  A  True  Tale  of  Bobbin  Hood, 
Or,  a  brief  touch  of  the  life  and  death  of  that  re 
nowned  outlaw,  Robert,  Earle  of  Huntington,  vul 
garly  called  Robbin  Hood,  who  lived  and  died  in 
1198,  being  the  9th  yeare  of  king  Richard  the  frst, 
commonly  called  Richard  Cuer  de  Lyon :  carefully 
collected  out  of  the  truest  writers  of  our  English 
VOL.  v.  23 


354     A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD. 

Chronicles  and  published  for  the  satisfaction  of  those 
who  desire  to  see  truth  purged  from  falsehood.  BY 
MARTIN  PARKER." 

At  the  end  of  the  tale  is  the  following  epitaph, 
"  which  the  prioresse  of  the  monastery  of  Kirkes  Lay 
in  Yorkshire  set  over  Robbin  Hood,  which  was  to 
bee  reade  within  these  hundreth  yeares  (though  in 
old  broken  English),  much  to  the  same  sence  and 
meaning." 

Decembris  quarto  die  1198.  anno  regni  Richardii 
primi  9. 

Robert  earle  of  Huntington 

Lies  under  this  little  stone. 

No  archer  was  like  him  so  good ; 

His  wildnesse  named  him  Robbin  Hood. 

Full  thirteene  yeares  and  something  more, 

These  northern  parts  he  vexed  sore ; 

Such  outlawes  as  hee  and  his  men, 

May  England  never  know  agen. 

"  Some  other  superstitious  words  were  in  it,  which  I 
thought  fit  to  leave  out."    M.  P. 

BOTH  gentlemen,  or  yeomen  bould, 

Or  whatsoever  you  are, 
To  have  a  stately  story  tould 

Attention  now  prepare. 

It  is  a  tale  of  Robin  Hood,  & 

Which  I  to  you  will  tell, 
Which  being  rightly  understood, 

I  know  will  please  you  well. 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD.     355 

This  Bobbin  (so  much  talked  on) 

Was  once  a  man  of  fame,  10 

Instiled  earle  of  Huntington, 

Lord  Robert  Hood  by  name. 

In  courtship  and  magnificence 

His  carriage  won  him  prayse, 
And  greater  favour  with  his  prince  is 

Than  any  in  his  dayes. 

In  bounteous  liberality 

He  too  much  did  excell, 
And  loved  men  of  quality 

More  than  exceeding  well.  20 

His  great  revennues  all  he  sould 

For  wine  and  costly  cheere  ; 
He  kept  three  hundred  bowmen  bold, 

He  shooting  loved  so  deare. 

No  archer  living  in  his  time  25 

With  him  might  well  compare  : 
He  practis'd  all  his  youthfull  prime 

That  exercise  most  rare. 

At  last,  by  his  profuse  expence, 

He  had  consum'd  his  wealth ;  m 

And  being  outlawed  by  his  prince, 

In  woods  he  liv'd  by  stealth. 

The  abbot  of  Saint  Maries  rich, 

To  whom  he  mony  ought, 
His  hatred  to  the  earle  was  such  86 

That  he  his  downefall  wrought. 


356    A  TRUE  TALE  OF  KOBIN  HOOD. 

So  being  outlaw'd  (as  'tis  told) 

He  with  a  crew  went  forth 
Of  lusty  cutters  stout  and  bold, 

And  robbed  in  the  North. 

Among  the  rest  one  Little  John, 

A  yeoman  bold  and  free, 
Who  could  (if  it  stood  him  upon) 

With  ease  encounter  three. 

One  hundred  men  in  all  he  got, 
With  whom  (the  story  sayes) 

Three  hundred  commen  men  durst  not 
Hold  combat  any  wayes. 

They  Yorkshire  woods  frequented  much, 

And  Lancashire  also, 
Wherein  their  practises  were  such 

That  they  wrought  mickle  woe. 

None  rich  durst  travell  to  and  fro, 
Though  nere  so  strongly  arm'd, 

But  by  these  theeves  (so  strong  in  show) 
They  still  were  rob'd  and  harm'd. 

His  chiefest  spight  to  th'  clergie  was, 
That  liv'd  in  monstrous  pride : 

No  one  of  them  he  would  let  passe 
Along  the  highway  side, 

But  first  they  must  to  dinner  go, 

And  afterwards  to  shrift: 
Full  many  a  one  he  served  so, 

Thus  while  he  liv'd  by  theft. 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD.     357 

No  monks  nor  fryers  would  he  let  goe,  65 

Without  paying  their  fees : 
If  they  thought  much  to  be  us'd  so, 

Their  stones  he  made  them  leese. 

For  such  as  they  the  country  fill'd 

With  bastards  in  those  dayes;  ™ 

Which  to  prevent,  these  sparkes  did  geld 

All  that  came  by  their  ways. 

But  Robbin  Hood  so  gentle  was, 

And  bore  so  brave  a  minde, 
If  any  in  distresse  did  passe,  75 

To  them  he  was  so  kinde, 

That  he  would  give  and  lend  to  them, 

To  helpe  them  in  their  neede ; 
This  made  all  poore  men  pray  for  him, 

And  wish  he  well  might  speede.  so 

The  widdow  and  the  fatherlesse 

He  would  send  meanes  unto; 
And  those  whom  famine  did  oppresse 

Found  him  a  friendly  foe. 

Nor  would  he  doe  a  woman  wrong,  as 

But  see  her  safe  conveid : 
He  would  protect  with  power  strong 

All  those  who  crav'd  his  ayde. 

The  abbot  of  Saint  Maries  then, 

Who  him  undid  before,  90 

Was  riding  with  two  hundred  men, 

And  gold  and  silver  store. 


358          A    TRUE    TALE    OF    ROBIN    HOOD. 

But  Robbin  Hood  upon  him  set, 

With  his  couragious  sparkes, 
And  all  the  coyne  perforce  did  get,  as 

Which  was  twelve  thousand  markes. 

He  bound  the  abbot  to  a  tree, 

And  would  not  let  him  passe, 
Before  that  to  his  men  and  he 

His  lordship  had  said  masse.  100 

Which  being  done,  upon  his  horse 

He  set  him  fast  astride, 
And  with  his  face  towards  his 

He  forced  him  to  ride. 

His  men  were  faine  to  be  his  guide,  105 

For  he  rode  backward  home  : 
The  abbot,  being  thus  villified, 

Did  sorely  chafe  and  fume. 

Thus  Eobbin  Hood  did  vindicate 

His  former  wrongs  receiv'd ;  110 

For  'twas  this  covetous  prelate 

That  him  of  land  bereav'd. 

The  abbot  he  rode  to  the  king, 

With  all  the  haste  he  could, 
And  to  his  grace  he  every  thing  115 

Exactly  did  unfold : 

And  sayd  if  that  no  course  were  ta'en, 

By  force  or  stratagem, 
To  take  this  rebel  and  his  traine, 

No  man  should  passe  for  them.  120 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  KOBIN  HOOD.     359 

The  king  protested  by  and  by 

Unto  the  abbot  then, 
That  Robbin  Hood  with  speed  should  dye, 

With  all  his  merry  men. 

But  e're  the  king  did  any  send,  125 

He  did  another  feate, 
Which  did  his  grace  much  more  offend, 

The  fact  indeed  was  great. 

For  in  a  short  time  after  that 

The  kings  receivers  went  130 

Towards  London  with  the  coyne  they  got, 

For  's  highness  northerne  rent. 

Bold  Bobbin  Hood  and  Little  John, 

With  the  rest  of  their  traine, 
Not  dreading  law,  set  them  upon,  135 

And  did  their  gold  obtaine. 

The  king  much  moved  at  the  same, 

And  the  abbots  talke  also, 
In  this  his  anger  did  proclaime, 

And  sent  word  to  and  fro,  140 

That  whosoe'er  alive  or  dead 

Could  bring  bold  Robbin  Hood, 
Should  have  one  thousand  markes  well  paid 

In  gold  and  silver  good. 

This  promise  of  the  king  did  make  us 

Full  many  yeomen  bold 
Attempt  stout  Robbin  Hood  to  take, 

With  all  the  force  they  could. 


SCO     A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD. 

But  still  when  any  came  to  Mm 

Within  the  gay  greene  wood,  iso 

He  entertainement  gave  to  them 

With  venison  fat  and  good  ; 

And  shew'd  to  them  such  martiale  sport 

With  his  long  bow  and  arrow, 
That  they  of  him  did  give  report,  155 

How  that  it  was  great  sorow, 

That  such  a  worthy  man  as  he 

Should  thus  be  put  to  shift, 
Being  late  a  lord  of  high  degree, 

Of  living  quite  bereft.  leo 

The  king  to  take  him,  more  and  more 

Sent  men  of  mickle  might ; 
But  he  and  his  still  beate  them  sore, 

And  conquered  them  in  fight : 

Or  else  with  love  and  courtesie,  IGS 

To  him  he  won  their  hearts. 
Thus  still  he  lived  by  robbery 

Throughout  the  northerne  parts ; 

And  all  the  country  stood  in  dread 

Of  Robbin  Hood  and  's  men  :  170 

For  stouter  lads  ne're  liv'd  by  bread 

Jn  those  days,  nor  since  then. 

The  abbot  which  before  I  nam'd 

Sought  all  the  meanes  he  could 
To  have  by  force  this  rebele  ta'ne,  ir« 

And  his  adherents  bold. 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD.     361 

Therefore  he  ann'd  five  hundred  men, 

With  furniture  compleate  ; 
But  the  outlawes  slewe  halfe  of  them, 

And  made  the  rest  retreate.  iao 

The  long  bow  and  the  arrow  keene 

They  were  so  us'd  unto, 
That  still  he  kept  the  forrest  greene 

In  spite  o'  th'  proudest  foe. 

Twelve  of  the  abbots  men  he  tooke,  180 

Who  came  him  to  have  ta'ne, 
When  all  the  rest  the  field  forsooke  ; 

These  he  did  entertaine 

With  banquetting  and  merriment, 

And,  having  us'd  them  well,  190 

He  to  their  lord  them  safely  sent, 

And  will'd  them  him  to  tell, 

That  if  he  would  be  pleas'd  at  last 

To  beg  of  our  good  king 
That  he  might  pardon  what  was  past,  195 

And  him  to  favour  bring, 

He  would  surrender  backe  again 

The  money  which  before 
Was  taken  by  him  and  his  men 

From  him  and  many  more.  20* 

Poore  men  might  safely  passe  by  him, 

And  some  that  way  would  chuse, 
For  well  they  knew  that  to  helpe  them 

He  evermore  did  use. 


362    A  TRUE  TALE  OP  ROBIN  HOOD. 

But  where  he  knew  a  miser  rich  205 

That  did  the  poore  oppresse, 
To  feel  his  coyne  his  hands  did  itch  ; 

He'd  have  it,  more  or  lesse. 

And  sometimes,  when  the  high-way  fayl'd, 

Then  he  his  courage  rouses,  210 

He  and  his  men  have  oft  assayld 
Such  rich  men  in  their  houses. 

So  that,  through  dread  of  Eobbin  then, 

And  his  adventurous  crew, 
The  mizers  kept  great  store  of  men,  21* 

Which  else  maintayn'd  but  few. 

King  Richard  of  that  name  the  first, 

Sirnamed  Cuer  de  Lyon, 
Went  to  defeate  the  Pagans  curst, 

Who  kept  the  coasts  of  Syon.  220 

The  bishop  of  Ely,  chancelor, 

Was  left  a  vice-roy  here, 
Who  like  a  potent  emperor 

Did  proudly  domminere. 

Our  chronicles  of  him  report,  223 

That  commonly  he  rode 
With  a  thousand  horse  from  court  to  court, 

Where  he  would  make  abode. 

He,  riding  down  towards  the  north, 

With  his  aforesayd  train,  230 

Robbin  and  his  men  did  issue  forth, 

Them  all  to  entertaine  ; 


A    TRUE    TALE    OF    ROBIN    HOOD.          363 

And  with  the  gallant  gray-goose  wing 

They  shewd  to  them  such  playe, 
That  made  their  horses  kicke  and  fling,  235 

And  downe  their  riders  lay. 

Full  glad  and  faine  the  bishop  was, 

For  all  his  thousand  men, 
To  seek  what  meanes  he  could  to  passe 

From  out  of  Bobbins  ken.  240 

Two  hundred  of  his  men  were  kiPd, 

And  fourescore  horses  good  ; 
Thirty,  who  did  as  captives  yeeld, 

Were  carryed  to  the  greene  wood  ; 

Which  afterwards  were  ransomed,  245 

For  twenty  markes  a  man ; 
The  rest  set  spurres  to  horse,  and  fled 

To  th'  town  of  Warrington. 

The  bishop  sore  enraged  then, 

Did,  in  king  Richards  name,  250 

Muster  a  power  of  northerne  men, 

These  outlawes  bold  to  tame. 

But  Robbin  with  his  courtesie 

So  wonne  the  meaner  sort, 
That  they  were  loath  on  him  to  try  255 

What  rigor  did  import. 

So  that  bold  Robbin  and  his  traine 

Did  live  unhurt  of  them, 
Untill  king  Richard  came  againe 

From  faire  Jerusalem.  260 


364    A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD. 

And  then  the  talke  of  Bobbin  Hood 

His  royal  eares  did  fill ; 
His  grace  admir'd  that  i'  th'  greene  wood 

He  thus  continued  still. 

So  that  the  country  farre  and  neare  2«5 

Did  give  him  great  applause  ; 
For  none  of  them  neede  stand  in  feare, 

But  such  as  broke  the  lawes. 

He  wished  well  unto  the  king, 

And  prayed  still  for  his  health,  LTO 

And  never  practis'd  any  thing 

Against  the  common-wealth. 

Onely,  because  he  was  undone 

By  th'  crewele  clergie  then, 
All  meanes  that  he  could  thinke  upon  275 

To  vexe  such  kinde  of  men, 

He  enterpriz'd  with  hateful  spleene  ; 

For  which  he  was  to  blame, 
For  fault  of  some  to  wreake  his  teene 

On  all  that  by  him  came.  m 

%    With  wealth  which  he  by  robbery  got 

Eight  almes-houses  he  built, 
Thinking  thereby  to  purge  the  blot 
Of  blood  which  he  had  spilt. 

Such  was  their  blinde  devotion  then,  285 

Depending  on  their  workes  ; 
Which,  if  'twere  true,  we  Christian  men 

Inferiour  were  to  Turkes. 


A  TRUE  TALE  OP  ROBIN  HOOD.     365 

But,  to  speak  true  of  Robbin  Hood, 

And  wrong  him  not  a  jot,  290 

He  never  would  shed  any  mans  blood 

That  him  invaded  not. 

Nor  would  he  injure  husbandmen, 

That  toyld  at  cart  and  plough ; 
For  well  he  knew,  were't  not  for  them  20.", 

To  live  no  man  knew  how. 

The  king  in  person,  with  some  lords, 

To  Nottingham  did  ride, 
To  try  what  strength  and  skill  affords 

To  crush  these  outlaws  pride.  soo 

And,  as  he  once  before  had  done, 

He  did  againe  proclaime, 
That  whosoe'er  would  take  upon 

To  bring  to  Nottingham, 

Or  any  place  within  the  land,  305 

Rebellious  Robbin  Hood, 
Should  be  prefer'd  in  place  to  stand 

With  those  of  noble  blood. 

When  Robbin  Hood  heard  of  the  same, 

Within  a  little  space,  310 

Into  the  towne  of  Nottingham 
A  letter  to  his  grace 

He  shot  upon  an  arrow  head, 

One  evening  cunningly ; 
Which  was  brought  to  the  king,  and  read  sis 

Before  his  majestic. 


366    A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD. 

The  tennure  of  this  letter  was 

That  Robbin  would  submit, 
And  be  true  liegeman  to  his  grace 

In  any  thing  that's  fit,  320 

So  that  his  highnesse  would  forgive 

Him  and  his  merry  men  all ; 
If  not,  he  must  i'  th'  green  wood  live, 

And  take  what  chance  did  fall. 

The  king  would  faine  have  pardoned  him,          325 

But  that  some  lords  did  say 
"  This  president  will  much  condemn 

Your  grace  another  day." 

While  that  the  king  and  lords  did  stay 

Debating  on  this  thing,  330 

Some  of  these  outlawes  fled  away 
Unto  the  Scottish  king. 

For  they  suppos'd,  if  he  were  tane, 

Or  to  the  king  did  yeeld, 
By  th'  commons  all  the  rest  of  's  train  335 

Full  quickely  would  be  quell'd. 

Of  more  than  full  an  hundred  men, 

But  forty  tarryed  still, 
Who  were  resolv'd  to  sticke  to  him 

Let  fortune  worke  her  will.  M) 

If  none  had  fled,  all  for  his  sake 

Had  got  their  pardon  free  ; 
The  king  to  favour  meant  to  take 

His  merry  men  and  he. 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD.     367 

But  e're  the  pardon  to  him  came  345 

This  famous  archer  dy'd  : 
His  death  and  manner  of  the  same 

Pie  presently  describe. 

For,  being  vext  to  think  upon 

His  followers  revolt,  sso 

In  melancholly  passion 

He  did  recount  his  fault. 

"  Perfideous  traytors  ! "  sayd  he  then,     • 

"  In  all  your  dangers  past 
Have  I  you  guarded  as  my  men,  355 

To  leave  me  thus  at  last ! " 

This  sad  perplexity  did  cause 

A  feaver,  as  some  say, 
Which  him  unto  confusion  drawes, 

Though  by  a  stranger  way.  seo 

This  deadly  danger  to  prevent, 

He  hie'd  him  with  all  speede 
Unto  a  nunnery,  with  intent 

For  his  healths-sake  to  bleede. 

A  faithlesse  fryer  did  pretend  385 

In  love  to  let  him  blood, 
But  he  by  falshood  wrought  the  end 

Of  famous  Robbin  Hood. 

The  fryer,  as  some  say,  did  this 

To  vindicate  the  wrong  szo 

Which  to  the  clergy  he  and  his 

Had  done  by  power  strong. 


368     A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD. 

Thus  dyed  he  by  trechery, 

That  could  not  dye  by  force : 
Had  he  liv'd  longer,  certainely  srs 

King  Richard,  in  remorse, 

Had  unto  favour  him  receiv'd, 

His    brave  men  elevated  : 
'Tis  pitty  he  was  of  life  bereav'd 

By  one  which  he  so  hated.  sso 

A  treacherous  leach  this  fryer  was, 

To  let  him  bleed  to  death  ; 
And  Robbin  was,  methinks,  an  asse 

To  trust  him  with  his  breath. 

His  corpse  the  prioress  of  the  place,  ;«5 

The  next  day  that  he  dy'd, 
Caused  to  be  buried,  in  mean  case, 

Close  by  the  high-way  side. 

And  over  him  she  caused  a  stone 

To  be  fixed  on  the  ground ;  390 

An  epitaph  was  set  thereon, 

Wherein  his  name  was  found. 

The  date  o'  th'  yeare,  and  day  also, 

Shee  made  to  be  set  there, 
That  all  who  by  the  way  did  goe  393 

Might  see  it  plain  appeare, 

That  such  a  man  as  Robbin  Hood 

Was  buried  in  that  place  ; 
And  how  he  lived  in  the  greene  wood 

And  robb'd  there  for  a  space.  400 


A  TRUE  TALE  OF  ROBIN  HOOD.     369 

It  seemes  that  though  the  clcrgie  he 

Had  put  to  inickle  woe, 
He  should  not  quite  forgotten  be, 

Although  he  was  their  foe. 

This  woman,  though  she  did  him  hate,  <n& 

Yet  loved  his  memory  ; 
And  thought  it  wondrous  pitty  that 

His  fame  should  with  him  dye. 

This  epitaph,  as  records  tell, 

Within  this  hundred  yeares,  410 

By  many  was  discerned  well, 

But  time  all  things  out-weares. 

His  followers,  when  he  was  dead, 

Were  some  receiv'd  to  grace  ; 
The  rest  to  forraign  countries  fled,  us 

And  left  their  native  place. 

Although  his  funerall  was  but  mean, 

This  woman  had  in  minde, 
Least  his  fame  should  be  buried  clean 

From  those  that  came  behind.  420 

For  certainly,  before  nor  since, 

No  man  e're  understood, 
Under  the  reign  of  any  prince, 

Of  one  like  Bobbin  Hood. 

Full  thirteene  years,  and  something  more,          425 
These  outlawes  lived  thus, 

412,  times. 

VOL.  v.  24 


370    A  TRUE  TALE  OP  ROBIN  HOOD. 

Feared  of  the  rich,  loved  of  the  poor, 
A  thing  most  marvelous. 

A  thing  impossible  to  us 

This  story  seems  to  be ; 
None  dares  be  now  so  venturous, 

But  times  are  chang'd  we  see. 

We  that  live  in  these  later  dayes 

Of  civile  government, 
If  need  be,  have  an  hundred  wayes 

Such  outlawes  to  prevent. 

In  those  days  men  more  barbarous  were, 

And  lived  less  in  awe  ; 
Now  (God  be  thanked)  people  feare 

More  to  offend  the  law. 

No  roaring  guns  were  then  in  use, 
They  dreampt  of  no  such  thing; 

Our  Englishmen  in  fight  did  chuse 
The  gallant  gray-goose  wing : 

In  which  activity  these  men, 
Through  practice,  were  so  good, 

That  in  those  days  none  equal'd  them, 
Specially  Robbin  Hood. 

So  that,  it  seemes,  keeping  in  caves, 
In  woods  and  forests  thicke, 

They'd  beate  a  multitude  with  staves, 
Their  arrowes  did  so  pricke. 


A    TRUE    TALE    OF   ROBIN   HOOD.          371 

And  none  durst  neare  unto  them  come, 

Unlesse  in  courtesie ; 
All  such  he  bravely  would  send  home.  455 

With  mirth  and  jollity. 

Which  courtesie  won  him  such  love, 

As  I  before  have  told, 
'Twas  the  cheef  cause  that  he  did  prove 

More  prosperous  than  he  could.  -wo 

Let  us  be  thankefull  for  these  times 

Of  plenty,  truth,  and  peace ; 
And  leave  out  great  and  horrid  crimes, 

Least  they  cause  this  to  cease. 

I  know  there's  many  fained  tales  4cs 

Of  Robbin  Hood  and  's  crew ; 
But  chronicles,  which  seldom  fayles, 

Reports  this  to  be  true. 

Let  none  then  thinke  this  is  a  lye, 

For,  if  'twere  put  to  th'  worst,  <ro 

They  may  the  truth  of  all  discry 

I'  th'  raigne  of  Richard  the  first. 

If  any  reader  please  to  try, 

As  I  direction  show, 
The  truth  of  this  brave  history,  m 

Hee'll  find  it  true  I  know. 

And  I  shall  think  my  labour  well 

Bestowed  to  purpose  good, 
When't  shall  be  said  that  I  did  tell 

True  tales  of  Robbin  Hood.  «» 


372         ROBIN    HOOD    AND    MAID    MARIAN. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  MAID  MARIAN. 

••  THIS  ballad  is  given  from  an  old  black-letter  copy 
in  the  collection  of  Anthony  a  Wood.  Its  full  title  is, 
A  famous  battle  between  Robin  Hood  and  Maid  Ma 
rian  ;  declaring  their  love,  life,  and  liberty.  Tune, 
Robin  Hood  Reviv'd."  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  161. 

A  BONNY  fine-maid  of  a  noble  degree, 

With  a  hey  down,  down,  a  down,  down, 

Maid  Marian  call'd  by  name, 
Did  live  in  the  North,  of  excellent  worth, 

For  shee  was  a  gallant  dame. 

For  favour  and  face,  and  beauty  most  rare,  a 

Queen  Hellen  shee  did  excell : 
For  Marian  then  was  prais'd  of  all  men 

That  did  in  the  country  dwell. 

'Twas  neither  Rosamond  nor  Jane  Shore, 

Whose  beauty  was  clear  and  bright,  10 

That  could  surpass  this  country  lass, 
Beloved  of  lord  and  knight. 

The  earl  of  Huntington,  nobly  born, 

That  came  of  noble  blood, 
To  Marian  went,  with  a  good  intent,  i« 

By  the  name  of  Robin  Hood. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    MAID   MARIAN.         373 

With  kisses  sweet  their  red  lips  did  meet, 

For  she  and  the  earl  did  agree  ; 
In  every  place,  they  kindly  embrace, 

With  love  and  sweet  unity.  20 

But  fortune  bearing  these  lovers  a  spight, 

That  soon  they  were  forc'd  to  part, 
To    the    merry    green-wood    then    went     Robin 
Hood, 

With  a  sad  and  sorrowfull  heart. 

And  Marian,  poor  soul,  was  troubled  in  mind,        25 

For  the  absence  of  her  friend ; 
With  finger  in  eye,  shee  often  did  cry, 

And  his  person  did  much  comend. 

Perplexed  and  vexed,  and  troubled  in  mind, 

She  drest  herself  like  a  page,  30 

And  ranged  the  wood,  to  find  Robin  Hood, 
The  bravest  of  men  in  that  age. 

With  quiver  and  bow,  sword,  buckler,  and  all, 

Thus  armed  was  Marian  most  bold, 
Still  wandering  about,  to  find  Robin  out,  35 

Whose  person  was  better  then  gold. 

But  Robin  Hood,  hee  himself  had  disguis'd, 

And  Marian  was  strangly  attir'd, 
That  they  prov'd  foes,  and  so  fell  to  blowes, 

Whose  vallour  bold  Robin  admir'd.  40 

They  drew  out  their  swords,  and  to  cutting  they 

went, 
At  least  an  hour  or  more, 


374         ROBIN    HOOD    AND    MAID    MARIAN. 

That  the  blood  ran  apace  from  bold  Robins  face, 
And  Marian  was  wounded  sore, 

"  O  hold  thy  hand,   hold  thy  hand,"  said  Robin 
Hood,  « 

"  And  thou  shalt  be  one  of  my  string, 
To  range  in  the  wood  with  bold  Robin  Hood, 

To  hear  the  sweet  nightingall  sing." 

When  Marian  did  hear  the  voice  of  her  love, 

Her  self  shee  did  quickly  discover,  so 

And  with  kisses  sweet  she  did  him  greet, 
Like  to  a  most  loyall  lover. 

When  bold  Robin  Hood  his  Marian  did  see, 
Good  lord,  what  clipping  was  there ! 

With  kind  embraces,  and  jobbing  of  faces,  53 

Providing  of  gallant  cheer. 

For  Little  John  took  his  bow  in  his  hand, 

And  wandred  in  the  wood, 
To  kill  the  deer,  and  make  good  chear 

For  Marian  and  Robin  Hood.  «) 

A  stately  banquet  they  had  full  soon, 

All  in  a  shaded  bower, 
Where  venison  sweet  they  had  to  eat, 

And  were  merry  that  present  hour. 

Great  flaggons  of  wine  were  set  on  the  board,        65 
And  merrily  they  drunk  round 

58,  wandring. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    MAID    MARIAN.         375 

Their  boules  of  sack,  to  strengthen  the  back, 
Whilst  their  knees  did  touch  the  ground. 

First  Robin  Hood  began  a  health 

To  Marian  his  onely  dear ;  ro 

And  his  yeomen  all,  both  comly  and  tall, 

Did  quickly  bring  up  the  rear. 

For  in  a  brave  vein  they  tost  off  the  bouls, 

Whilst  thus  they  did  remain  ; 
And  every  cup,  as  they  drunk  up,  75 

They  filled  with  speed  again. 

At  last  they  ended  their  merryment, 

And  went  to  walk  in  the  wood, 
Where  Little  John  and  maid  Marian 

Attended  on  bold  Robin  Hood.  90 

In  sollid  content  together  they  liv'd, 

With  all  their  yeomen  gay ; 
They  liv'd  by  their  hands,  without  any  lands, 

And  so  they  did  many  a  day. 

But  now  to  conclude,  an  end  I  will  make,  ss 

In  time  as  I  think  it  good ; 
For  the  people  that  dwell  in  the  north  can  tell 

Of  Marian  and  bold  Robin  Hood. 

73,  venie. 


THE    KINGS    DISGUISE   AND  FRIENDSHIP 
WITH  ROBIN  HOOD. 

THIS  wretched  production  is  evidently  founded  on 
the  Lytell  Geste.  It  was  printed  by  Ritson  from  "  the 
common  collection  of  Aldermary  Churchyard."  One 
or  two  improvements  were  made  by  Gutch  from  a 
York  edition.  RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,u.  166  ;  GUTCH'S 
Robin  Hood,  ii.  281. 

KING  Richard  hearing  of  the  pranks 

Of  Robin  Hood  and  his  men, 
He  much  admir'd,  and  more  desir'd, 

To  see  both  him  and  them. 

Then  with  a  dozen  of  his  lords  « 

To  Nottingham  he  rode ; 
When  he  came  there,  he  made  good  cheer, 

And  took  up  his  abode. 

He  having  staid  there  some  time, 

But  had  no  hopes  to  speed,  10 

He  and  his  lords,  with  one  accord, 

All  put  on  monks'  weeds. 

From  Fountain  abbey  they  did  ride, 

Down  to  Barnsdale ; 
Where  Robin  Hood  prepared  stood  is 

All  company  to  assail. 


THE    KINGS    DISGUISE.  377 

The  king  was  higher  than  the  rest, 

And  Robin  thought  he  had 
An  abbot  been  whom  he  had  seen  ; 

To  rob  him  he  was  glad.  a) 

He  took  the  kings  horse  by  the  head, 

"Abbot,"  says  he,  "  abide  ; 
I  am  bound  to  rue  such  knaves  as  you, 

That  live  in  pomp  and  pride." 

"  But  we  are  messengers  from  the  king,"  as 

The  king  himself  did  say ; 
"  Near  to  this  place  his  royal  grace 

To  speak  with  thee  does  stay." 

"  God  save  the  king,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"And  all  that  wish  him  well ;  30 

He  that  does  deny  his  sovereignty, 
I  wish  he  was  in  hell." 

"  Thyself  thou  cursedst,"  says  the  king, 

"  For  thou  a  traitor  art : " 
"  Nay,  but  that  you  are  his  messenger,  as 

I  swear  you  lie  in  heart. 

"  For  I  never  yet  hurt  any  man 

That  honest  is  and  true  ; 
But  those  who  give  their  minds  to  live 

Upon  other  mens  due.  40 

"  I  never  hurt  the  husbandmen, 

That  use  to  till  the  ground  : 
Nor  spill  their  blood  who  range  the  wood 

To  follow  hawk  or  hound. 


378  THE   KINGS    DISGUISE. 

"  My  chiefest  spite  to  clergy  is, 

Who  in  these  days  bear  great  sway  ; 

With  fryars  and  monks,  and  their  fine  sprunks, 
I  make  my  chiefest  prey. 

"  But  I  am  glad,"  says  Robin  Hood, 

"  That  I  have  met  you  here ; 
Before  we  end,  you  shall,  my  friend, 

Taste  of  our  green-wood  cheer." 

The  king  he  then  did  marvel  much, 
.  And  so  did  all  his  men  ; 
They  thought  with  fear,  what  kind  of  cheer 
Robin  would  provide  for  them. 

Robin  took  the  kings  horse  by  the  head, 

And  led  him  to  his  tent : 
"  Thou  wouldst  not  be  so  us'd,"  quoth  he, 

"  But  that  my  king  thee  sent. 

"  Nay,  more  than  that,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  For  good  king  Richards  sake, 
If  you  had  as  much  gold  as  ever  I  told, 

I  would  not  one  penny  take." 

Then  Robin  set  his  horn  to  his  mouth, 

And  a  loud  blast  he  did  blow, 
Till  a  hundred  and  ten  of  Robin  Hoods  men, 

Came  marching  all  of  a  row. 

And  when  they  came  bold  Robin  before, 

Each  man  did  bend  his  knee : 
"  O,"  thought  the  king,  "  'tis  a  gallant  thing 

And  a  seemly  sight  to  see." 


THE    KINGS    DISGUISE.  379 

Within  himself  the  king  did  say, 

"  These  men  of  Robin  Hoods 
More  humble  be  than  mine  to  me  ;  n 

So  the  court  may  learn  of  the  woods." 

So  then  they  all  to  dinner  went, 

Upon  a  carpet  green  ; 
Black,  yellow,  red,  finely  mingled, 

Most  curious  to  be  seen.  so 

Venison  and  fowls  were  plenty  there, 

With  fish  out  of  the  river : 
King  Richard  swore,  on  sea  or  shore, 

He  never  was  feasted  better. 

Then  Robin  takes  a  cann  of  ale :  as 

"  Come,  let  us  now  begin  ; 
And  every  man  shall  have  his  cann ; 

Here's  a  health  unto  the  king." 

The  king  himself  drank  to  the  king, 

So  round  about  it  went ;  90 

Two  barrels  of  ale,  both  stout  and  stale, 

To  pledge  that  health  was  spent. 

And  after  that,  a  bowl  of  wine 

In  his  hand  took  Robin  Hood ; 
"  Until  I  die,  I'll  drink  wine,"  said  he,  as 

"  While  I  live  in  the  green-wood. 

"  Bend  all  your  bows,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

And  with  the  grey  goose-wing 
Such  sport  now  show,  as  you  would  do 

In  the  presence  of  the  king."  100 


380  THE   KINGS    DISGUISE. 

They  shewed  such  brave  archery 

By  cleaving  sticks  and  wands, 
That  the  king  did  say,  such  men  as  they 

Live  not  in  many  lands. 

"  Well,  Robin  Hood,"  then  says  the  king,  105 

"  If  I  could  thy  pardon  get, 
To  serve  the  king  in  every  thing 

Wouldst  thou  thy  mind  firm  set  ?  " 

"  Yes,  with  all  my  heart,"  bold  Robin  said, 

So  they  flung  off  their  hoods  ;  no 

To  serve  the  king  in  every  thing, 

They  swore  they  would  spend  their  bloods. 

"  For  a  clergyman  was  first  my  bane, 

Which  makes  me  hate  them  all ; 
But  if  you  will  be  so  kind  to  me,  11.1 

Love  them  again  I  shall." 

The  king  no  longer  could  forbear, 

For  he  was  mov'd  with  ruth, 
"  Robin,"  said  he,  "  I'll  now  tell  thee 

The  very  naked  truth.  120 

"  I  am  the  king,  thy  sovereign  king, 

That  appears  before  you  all :  " 
When  Robin  saw  that  it  was  he, 

Strait  then  he  down  did  fall. 

"  Stand  up  again,"  then  said  the  king,  123 

"  I'll  thee  thy  pardon  give  ; 

119,  120.   Wanting  in  Ritson ;  supplied  by  Gutch. 


THE    KINGS    DISGUISE.  381 

Stand  up,  my  friend ;  who  can  contend, 
When  I  give  leave  to  live  ?  " 

So  they  are  all  gone  to  Nottingham, 

All  shouting  as  they  came  :  13° 

But  when  the  people  them  did  see, 

They  thought  the  king  was  slain ; 

And  for  that  cause  th'  outlaws  were  come, 

To  rule  all  as  they  list ; 
And  for  to  shun,  which  way  to  run,  iss 

The  people  did  not  wist. 

The  plowman  left  the  plow  in  the  field, 

The  smith  ran  from  his  shop ; 
Old  folks  also,  that  scarce  could  go, 

Over  their  sticks  did  hop.  MO 

The  king  did  soon  let  them  understand 

He  had  been  in  the  green-wood, 
And  from  that  day,  for  evermore, 

He'd  forgiven  Robin  Hood. 

Then  [when]  the  people  they  did  hear,  i« 

And  [that]  the  truth  was  known, 
They  all  did  sing,  "  God  save  the  king  ! 

Hang  care,  the  town's  our  own  !  " 

"What's  that  Robin  Hood?"  then  said  the 
sheriff, 

"  That  varlet  I  do  hate  ;  iso 

Both  me  and  mine  he  caus'd  to  dine, 

And  serv'd  us  all  with  one  plate." 


382  THE    KINGS    DISGUISE. 

"  Ho,  ho,"  said  Robin  Hood,  "  I  know  what  you 
mean  ; 

Come,  take  your  gold  again ; 
Be  friends  with  me,  and  I  with  thee,  i£> 

And  so  with  every  man. 

"  Now,  master  sheriff,  you  are  paid, 

And  since  you  are  beginner, 
As  well  as  you  give  me  my  due, 

For  you  ne'er  paid  for  that  dinner.  ieo 

"  But  if  that  it  should  please  the  king 

So  much  your  house  to  grace, 
To  sup  with  you,  for,  to  speak  true, 

[I]  know  you  ne'er  was  base." 

The  sheriff  could  not  that  gainsay,  105 

For  a  trick  was  put  upon  him ; 
A  supper  was  drest,  the  king  was  a  guest, 

But  he  thought  'twould  have  outdone  him. 

They  are  all  gone  to  London  court, 

Robin  Hood,  with  all  his  train ;  170 

He  once  was  there  a  noble  peer, 

And  now  he's  there  again. 

Many  such  pranks  brave  Robin  play'd, 
While  he  liv'd  in  the  green- wood : 

Now,  my  friend,  attend,  and  hear  an  end  1:5 

Of  honest  Robin  Hood. 

175,  176.  The  two  concluding  lines  refer  to  Robin  Hood 
and  the  Valiant  Knight,  (see  p.  388,)  which  ballad  in  some 
collections  follows  the  present. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  GOLDEN  ARROW. 

RITSON'S  Robin  Hood,  ii.  1 75.  From  an  Aldermary- 
Churchyard  Garland.  Perhaps  by  the  same  feeble 
and  vulgar  hand  as  the  preceding,  and,  like  that, 
founded  on  the  Lytell  Geste. 

WHEN  as  the  sheriff  of  Nottingham 

Was  come  with  mickle  grief, 
He  talk'd  no  good  of  Robin  Hood, 

That  strong  and  sturdy  thief. 
Fal  la  dal  de. 

So  unto  London  road  he  past,  6 

His  losses  to  unfold 
To  king  Richard,  who  did  regard 

The  tale  that  he  had  told. 

"  Why,"  quoth  the  king,  «  what  shall  I  do  ? 

Art  thou  not  sheriff  for  me  ?  lo 

The  law  is  in  force,  to  take  thy  course 

Of  them  that  injure  thee. 

"  Go  get  thee  gone,  and  by  thyself 
Devise  some  tricking  game 


384  ROBIN   HOOD 

For  to  enthral  yon  rebels  all ; 
Go  take  thy  course  with  them." 

So  away  the  sheriff  he  return'd, 

And  by  the  way  he  thought 
Of  th'  words  of  the  king,  and  how  the  thing 

To  pass  might  well  be  brought. 

For  within  his  mind  he  imagined, 
That  when  such  matches  were, 

Those  outlaws  stout,  without  all  doubt, 
Would  be  the  bowmen  there. 

So  an  arrow  with  a  golden  head 

And  shaft  of  silver- white, 
Who  won  the  day  should  bear  away 

For  his  own  proper  right. 

Tidings  came  to  bold  Robin  Hood, 

Under  the  green- wood  tree : 
"  Come  prepare  you  then,  my  merry  men, 

We'll  go  yon  sport  to  see." 

With  that  stept  forth  a  brave  young  man, 

David  of  Doncaster  : 
"  Master,"  said  he,  "  be  rul'd  by  me, 

From  the  green-wood  we'll  not  stir. 

"  To  tell  the  truth,  I'm  well  inform'd 

Yon  match  it  is  a  wile ; 
The  sheriff,  i-wiss,  devises  this 

Us  archers  to  beguile." 


27,  on  the  day.    Kitson. 


AND  THE  GOLDEN  ARROW.        385 

"  Thou  smells  of  a  coward,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  Thy  words  do  not  please  me  ; 
Come  on't  what  will,  I'll  try  my  skill, 

At  yon  brave  archery." 

O  then  bespoke  brave  Little  John,  45 

"  Come  let  us  thither  gang ; 
Come,  listen  to  me,  how  it  shall  be 

That  we  need  not  be  ken'd. 

"  Our  mantles,  all  of  Lincoln-green, 

Behind  us  we  will  leave  ;  so 

We'll  dress  us  all  so  several, 

They  shall  not  us  perceive. 

"  One  shall  wear  white,  another  red, 

One  yellow,  another  blue  ;  M 

Thus  in  disguise,  to  the  exercise 
We'll  gang,  whate'er  ensue." 

Forth  from  the  green-wood  they  are  gone, 

With  hearts  all  firm  and  stout, 
Resolving  [then]  with  the  sheriffs  men 

To  have  a  hearty  bout.  60 

So  themselves  they  mixed  with  the  rest, 

To  prevent  all  suspicion  ; 
For  if  they  should  together  hold 

They  thought  it  no  discretion. 

So  the  sheriff  looked  round  about,  as 

Amongst  eight  hundred  men, 
But  could  not  see  the  sight  that  he 

Had  long  suspected  then. 
VOL.  v.  25 


386  ROBIN   HOOD 

Some  said,  "  If  Robin  Hood  was  here, 
And  all  his  men  to  boot,  ?o 

Sure  none  of  them  could  pass  these  men, 
So  bravely  they  do  shoot." 

"Ay,"  quoth  the  sheriff,  and  scratch'd  his  head, 
I  thought  he  would  have  been  here  ; 

"  I  thought  he  would,  but  tho'  he's  bold,  75 

He  durst  not  now  appear." 

O  that  word  griev'd  Robin  Hood  to  the  heart ; 

He  vexed  in  his  blood ; 
Ere  long,  thought  he,  thou  shalt  well  see 

That  here  was  Robin  Hood.  so 

Some    cried    "  Blue    jacket ! "    another    cried 
"Brown!" 

And  a  third  cried  "  Brave  Yellow  ! " 
But  the  fourth  man  said,  "  Yon  man  in  red 

In  this  place  has  no  fellow." 

For  that  was  Robin  Hood  himself,  & 

For  he  was  cloath'd  in  red  ; 
At  every  shot  the  prize  he  got, 

For  he  was  both  sure  and  dead. 

So  the  arrow  with  the  golden  head 

And  shaft  of  silver- white,  a 

Brave  Robin  Hood  won,  and  bore  with  him 

For  his  own  proper  right. 

These  outlaws  there,  that  very  day, 
To  shun  all  kinds  of  doubt, 


AND  THE  GOLDEN  ARROW.       387 

By  three  or  four,  no  less  nor  more,  SB 

As  they  went  in  came  out ; 

Until  they  all  assembled  were 

Under  the  green-wood  shade, 
Where  they  report,  in  pleasant  sport, 

What  brave  pastime  they  made.  100 

Says  Robin  Hood,  "All  my  care  is, 

How  that  yon  sheriff  may 
Know  certainly  that  it  was  I 

That  bore  his  arrow  away." 

Says  Little  John,  "  My  counsel  good  m 

Did  take  effect  before, 
So  therefore  now,  if  you'll  allow, 

I  will  advise  once  more." 

"  Speak  on,  speak  on,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  Thy  wit's  both  quick  and  sound,  110 

I  know  no  man  among  us  can 
For  wit  like  thee  be  found." 

"  This  I  advise,"  said  Little  John ; 

"  That  a  letter  shall  be  penn'd, 
And  when  it  is  done,  to  Nottingham  us 

You  to  the  sheriff  shall  send." 

"  That  is  well  advised,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  But  how  must  it  be  sent  ?  " 
"  Pugh  !  when  you  please,  'tis  done  with  ease  ; 

Master,  be  you  content.  120 

111,  112.  Wanting  in  Kitson;  supplied  by  Gutch,  from  a 
York  edition. 


388  ROBIN    HOOD 

"  111  stick  it  on  my  arrows  head, 

And  shoot  it  into  the  town  ; 
The  mark  will  show  where  it  must  go, 
'    Whenever  it  lights  down." 

The  project  it  was  well  perform'd  ; 

The  sheriff  that  letter  had, 
Which  when  he  read,  he  scratch'd  his  head, 

And  rav'd  like  one  that's  mad. 

So  we'll  leave  him  chafing  in  his  grease, 

Which  will  do  him  no  good ; 
Now,  my  friends,  attend,  and  hear  the  end 

Of  honest  Robin  Hood. 


ROBIN   HOOD  AND    THE  VALIANT 
KNIGHT : 

Together  with  an  account  of  his  death  and  burial, 
&c.  Tune  of  Robin  Hood  and  the  fifteen  foresters. 
"  From  the  common  garland  of  Aldermary-church- 

yard ;  corrected  by  the  York  copy."     RITSON'S  Robin 

Hood,  ii.  182. 

WHEN  Robin  Hood  and  his  merry  men  all, 

Derry  down,  down, 
Had  reigned  many  years, 

The  king  was  then  told  that  they  had  been  bold 
To  his  bishops  and  noble  peers. 
Hey  down,  derry,  derry  down. 

131,  132.    These  lines,  like  the  last  two  of  the  preceding 
ballad,  refer  to  Robin  Hood  and  the  Valiant  Knight. 


AND    THE    VALIANT   KNIGHT.  389 

Therefore  they  called  a  council  of  state,  s 

To  know  what  was  best  to  be  done 

For  to  quell  their  pride,  or  else  they  reply'd 
The  land  would  be  over-run. 

Having  consulted  a  whole  summers  day, 

At  length  it  was  agreed  10 

That  one  should  be  sent  to  try  the  event, 
And  fetch  him  away  with  speed. 

Therefore  a  trusty  and  most  worthy  knight 

The  king  was  pleas'd  to  call, 
Sir  William  by  name  ;  when  to  him  he  canae,      is 

He  told  him  his  pleasure  all. 

"  Go  you  from  hence  to  bold  Eobin  Hood, 

And  bid  him,  without  more  ado, 
Surrender  himself,  or  else  the  proud  elf 

Shall  suffer  with  all  his  crew.  20 

"  Take  here  a  hundred  bowmen  brave, 

All  chosen  men  of  great  might, 
Of  excellent  art  to  take  thy  part, 

In  glittering  armour  most  bright." 

Then  said  the  knight,  "  My  sovereign  liege,        25 

By  me  they  shall  be  led  ; 
I'll  venture  my  blood  against  bold  Kobin  Hood, 

And  bring  him  alive  or  dead." 

One  hundred  men  were  chosen  straight, 

As  proper  as  e'er  men  saw :  so 

On  Midsummer-day  they  march'd  away, 
To  conquer  that  brave  outlaw. 


390  ROBIN    HOOD 

With  long  yew  bows  and  shining  spears, 
They  marched  with  mickle  pride, 

And  never  delay'd,  nor  halted,  nor  stay'd,  35 

Till  they  came  to  the  green-wood  side. 

Said  he  to  his  archers,  u  Tarry  here  ; 

Your  bows  make  ready  all, 
That,  if  need  should  be,  you  may  follow  me ; 

And  see  you  observe  my  call.  40 

"  I'll  go  first  in  person,"  he  cry'd, 
"  With  the  letters  of  my  good  king, 

Well  sign'd  and  seal'd,  and  if  he  will  yield, 
"  We  need  not  to  draw  one  string." 

He  wander'd  about  till  at  length  he  came  45 

To  the  tent  of  Robin  Hood ; 
The  letter  he  shows  ;  bold  Robin  arose, 

And  there  on  his  guard  he  stood. 

"  They'd  have  me  surrender,"  quoth  bold  Robin 
Hood, 

"  And  lie  at  their  mercy  then ;  so 

But  tell  them  from  me,  that  never  shall  be, 

While  I  have  full  seven  score  men." 

Sir  William  the  knight,  both  hardy  and  bold, 

He  offer'd  to  seize  him  there, 
Which  William  Locksley  by  fortune  did  see,       « 

And  bid  him  that  trick  to  forbear. 

Then  Robin  Hood  set  his  horn  to  his  mouth, 
And  blew  a  blast  or  twain, 


AND    THE   VALIANT    KNIGHT.  391 

And  so  did  the  knight,  at  which  there  in  sight 
The  archers  came  all  amain.  60 

Sir  William  with  care  he  drew  up  his  men, 

And  plac'd  them  in  battle  array ; 
Bold  Robin,  we  find,  he  was  not  behind ; 

Now  this  was  a  bloody  fray. 

The  archers  on  both  sides  bent  their  bows,          cs 

And  the  clouds  of  arrows  flew  ; 
The  very  first  flight,  that  honour'd  knight 

Did  there  bid  the  world  adieu. 

Yet  nevertheless  their  fight  did  last 

From  morning  till  almost  noon  ;  70 

Both  parties  were  stout  and  loth  to  give  out, 

This  was  on  the  last  day  of  June. 

At  length  they  left  off;  one  party  they  went 

To  London  with  right  good  will ; 
And  Robin  Hood  he  to  the  green-wood  tree,       75 

And  there  he  was  taken  ill. 

He  sent  for  a  monk,  to  let  him  blood, 

Who  took  his  life  away  : 
Now  this  being  done,  his  archers  they  run, 

It  was  not  a  time  to  stay.  so 

Some  got  on  board,  and  cross'd  the  seas 

To  Flanders,  France,  and  Spain, 
And  others  to  Rome,  for  fear  of  their  doom, 

But  soon  return'd  again. 


892  THE    BIRTH    OF    ROBIN    HOOD. 


THE  BIRTH  OF  ROBIN  HOOD.     See  p.  170. 
From  Buchan's  Ballads  of  the  North  of  Scotland,  ii.  1 . 

MONY  ane  talks  o'  the  grass,  the  grass, 

And  mony  ane  o'  the  corn, 
And  mony  ane  talks  o'  gude  Robin  Hood, 

Kens  little  whar  he  was  born. 

He  was  gotten  in  a  earl's  ha', 

And  in  a  lady's  bower, 
And  born  into  gude  greenwood, 

Thro'  mony  cauld  winter's  shower. 

His  father  was  the  earl's  own  steward, 

Sprung  frae  sma'  pedigree  ;  1 

His  mother,  Earl  Huntingdon's  ae  daughter, 
For  he  had  nane  else  but  she. 

When  nine  months  were  near  an  end, 
And  eight  months  they  were  gone ; 

The  lady's  cheeks  wi'  tears  were  wet,  i 

And  thus  she  made  her  moan  : — 

"  What  shaU  I  say,  my  love,  Archibald, 

This  day  for  you  and  me  ? 
I  will  be  laid  in  cauld  irons, 

And  ye'll  be  hanged  on  tree."  a 


THE    BIRTH    OF    ROBIN    HOOD.  393 

"  What  aileth  my  love  Clementina  ? 

What  gars  you  mourn  sae  sair  ?" 
"  You  know,"  said  she,  "  I'm  with  child  to  thee, 

These  eight  lang  months  and  mair." 

"  Will  ye  gae  to  my  mother's  bower,  25 

Stands  on  yon  stately  green  ? 
Or  will  ye  gae  to  the  gude  greenwood, 

Where  ye  will  not  be  seen  ?  " 

"  I  winna  gang  to  your  mother's  bower, 

Stands  on  yon  stately  green ;  30 

But  I  will  on  to  gude  greenwood, 
For  I  will  not  be  seen." 

He's  girt  his  sword  down  by  his  side, 

Took  his  lady  by  the  hand ; 
And  they  are  on  thro'  gude  greenwood,  35 

As  fast  as  they  could  gang. 

With  slowly  steps  these  couple  walk'd, 

About  miles  scarcely  three  ; 
When  this  lady,  being  sair  wearied  out, 

Lay  down  beneath  a  tree.  4° 

"  O  for  a  few  of  yon  jumpers, 

To  cheer  my  heart  again ; 
And  likewise  for  a  gude  midwife, 

To  ease  me  of  my  pain." 

"  I'll  bring  to  you  yon  junipers,  « 

To  cheer  your  heart  again  ; 
And  I'll  be  to  you  a  gude  midwife, 

To  ease  you  of  your  pain." 


394  THE   BIRTH    OF   KOBIN   HOOD. 

"  Had  far  awa'  frae  me,  Archibald, 

For  this  will  never  dee  ; 
That's  nae  the  fashion  o'  our  land, 

And  its  nae  be  used  by  me. 

*'  Ye'll  take  your  small  sword  by  your  side, 
Your  buckler  and  your  bow ; 

And  ye'll  gae  down  thro'  gude  greenwood, 
And  hunt  the  deer  and  roe. 

"  You  will  stay  in  gude  green  wood, 

And  with  the  chase  go  on ; 
Until  yon  white  hind  pass  you  by, 

Then  straight  to  me  ye'll  come," 

He's  girt  his  sword  then  by  his  side, 

His  buckler  and  his  bow ; 
And  he  is  on  thro'  gude  greenwood, 

To  hunt  the  deer  and  roe. 

And  in  the  greenwood  he  did  stay, 
And  with  the  chase  gaed  on, 

Until  the  white  hind  pass'd  him  by, 
Then  to  his  love  he  came. 

He  girt  his  sword  then  by  his  side, 
Fast  thro'  greenwood  went  he ; 

And  there  he  found  his  love  lie  dead, 
Beneath  the  green  oak  tree. 

The  sweet  young  babe  that  she  had  born 

Right  lively  seemed  to  be ; 
"  Ohon,  alas  ! "  said  young  Archibald, 

"A  mournful  scene  to  me  ! 


THE    BIRTH    OF   ROBIN    HOOD.  395 

"Altho'  my  sweet  babe  is  alive, 

This  does  increase  my  woe ; 
How  to  nourish  a  motherless  babe 

Is  mair  than  I  do  know."  so 

He  looked  east,  he  looked  west, 

To  see  what  he  could  see ; 
Then  spied  the  Earl  o'  Huntingdon, 

And  mony  a  man  him  wi'. 

Then  Archibald  fled  from  the  earl's  face,  85 

Among  the  leaves  sae  green, 
That  he  might  hear  what  might  be  said, 

And  see,  and  nae  be  seen. 

The  earl  straight  thro'  the  greenwood  came, 
Unto  the  green  oak  tree ;  90 

And  there  he  saw  his  daughter  dead, 
Her  living  child  her  wi'. 

Then  he's  taen  up  the  little  boy, 

Rowed  him  in  his  gown  sleeve ; 
Said,  "  Tho'  your  father's  to  my  loss,  K> 

Your  mother's  to  me  leave. 

"And  if  ye  live  until  I  die, 

My  bowers  and  lands  ye'se  heir ; 
You  are  my  only  daughter's  child, 

But  her  I  never  had  mair.  100 

"  Ye'se  hae  all  kinds  of  nourishment, 

And  likewise  nurses  three ; 
If  I  knew  where  the  faus&  knave  were, 

High  hanged  should  he  be." 


396      HOSE    THE    KED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE. 

His  daughter  lie  buried  in  gude  church-yard, 

All  in  a  mournful  mood ; 
And  brought  the  boy  to  church  that  day, 

And  christen'd  him  Robin  Hood. 

This  boy  was  bred  in  the  earl's  ha', 

Till  he  became  a  man  ; 
But  loved  to  hunt  in  gude  green  wood 

To  raise  his  noble  fame. 


ROSE  THE  RED  AND  WHITE  LILLIE. 

From  Buchan's  Ballads  of  the  North  of  Scotland,  i.  67.     See 
p.  173. 

Now  word  is  gane  thro'  a'  the  land, 

Gude  seal  that  it  sae  spread ! 
To  Rose  the  Red  and  White  Lillie, 

Their  mither  dear  was  dead. 

Their  father's  married  a  bauld  woman,  5 

And  brought  her  ower  the  sea ; 
Twa  sprightly  youths,  her  ain  young  sons, 

Intill  her  companie. 

They  fix'd  their  eyes  on  those  ladies, 

On  shipboard  as  they  stood,  10 

And  sware,  if  ever  they  wan  to  land, 
These  ladies  they  wou'd  wed. 


ROSE    THE    RED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE.      397 

But  there  was  nae  a  quarter  past, 

A  quarter  past  but  three, 
Till  these  young  luvers  a'  were  fond  is 

O'  others  companie. 

The  knights  they  harped  i'  their  bower, 

The  ladies  sew'd  and  sang  ; 
There  was  mair  mirth  in  that  chamer 

Than  a'  their  father's  Ian'.  20 

Then  out  it  spak  their  step-mither, 

At  the  stair-foot  stood  she ; 
"  I'm  plagued  wi'  your  troublesome  noise, 

What  makes  your  melodie  ? 

"  O  Rose  the  Red,  ye  sing  too  loud,  25 

While  Lillie  your  voice  is  strang ; 
But  gin  I  live  and  brook  my  life, 

I'se  gar  you  change  your  sang." 

"  We  maunna  change  our  loud,  loud  song, 

For  nae  duke's  son  ye'll  bear ;  so 

We  winna  change  our  loud,  loud  song, 
But  aye  we'll  sing  the  mair. 

"  We  never  sung  the  sang,  mither, 

But  we'll  sing  ower  again ; 
We'll  take  our  harps  into  our  hands,  as 

And  we'll  harp,  and  we'll  sing." 

She's  call'd  upon  her  twa  young  sons, 

Says,  "  Boun  ye  for  the  sea  ; 
Let  Rose  the  Red,  and  White  Lillie, 

Stay  in  their  bower  wi'  me."  40 


398      HOSE    THE    RED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE. 

"  0  God  forbid,"  said  her  eldest  son, 

"  Nor  lat  it  ever  be, 
Unless  ye  were  as  kind  to  our  luves 

As  gin  we  were  them  wi"." 

"  Yet  never  the  less,  my  pretty  sons, 
Ye'll  boun  you  for  the  faem  ; 

Let  Rose  the  Red,  and  White  Lillie, 
Stay  in  their  bowers  at  hame." 

"  O  when  wi'  you  we  came  alang, 

We  felt  the  stormy  sea  ; 
And  where  we  go,  ye  ne'er  shall  know, 

Nor  shall  be  known  by  thee." 

Then  wi'  her  harsh  and  boisterous  word, 

She  forc'd  these  lads  away ; 
While  Rose  the  Red  and  White  Lillie 

Still  in  their  bowers  did  stay. 

But  there  was  not  a  quarter  past, 

A  quarter  past  but  ane ; 
Till  Rose  the  Red  in  rags  she  gaed, 

White  Lillie's  claithing  grew  thin. 

Wi'  bitter  usage  every  day, 
The  ladies  they  thought  lang ; 

"  Ohon,  alas ! "  said  Rose  the  Red, 
"  She's  gar'd  us  change  our  sang. 

"  But  we  will  change  our  own  fu'  names, 
And  we'll  gang  frae  the  town  ; 

Frae  Rose  the  Red  and  White  Lillie, 
To  Nicholas  and  Roger  Brown. 


ROSE    THE    RED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE.      399 

"  And  we  will  cut  our  green  claithing 

A  little  aboon  our  knee  ;  70 

And  we  will  on  to  gude  greenwood, 
Twa  bauld  bowmen  to  be." 

"  Ohon,  alas  1"  said  White  Lfflie, 

"  My  fingers  are  but  sma' ; 
And  tho'  my  hands  wou'd  wield  the  bow,  75 

They  winna  yield  at  a'." 

"  O  had  your  tongue  now,  White  Lillie, 

And  lat  these  fears  a'  be  ; 
There's  naething  that  ye're  awkward  in 

But  I  will  learn  thee."  so 

Then  they  are  on  to  gude  greenwood 

As  fast  as  gang  cou'd  they; 
O  then  they  spied  him,  Robin  Hood, 

Below  a  green  aik  tree. 

"  Gude  day,  gude  day,  kind  sir,"  they  said,          85 

"  God  make  you  safe  and  free." 
"  Gude  day,  gude  day,"  said  Robin  Hood, 

"  What  is  your  wills  wi'  me  ?  " 

"  Lo  here  we  are,  twa  banish'd  knights, 

Come  frae  our  native  hame ;  90 

We're  come  to  crave  o'  thee  service, 
Our  king  will  gie  us  nane." 

"If  ye  be  twa  young  banish'd  knights, 

Tell  me  frae  what  countrie  ;" 
"  Frae  Anster  town  into  Fifeshire,  95 

Ye  know  it  as  well  as  we." 


400      ROSE    THE    RED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE. 

"  If  a'  be  true  that  ye  ha'e  said, 

And  tauld  just  now  to  me  ; 
Ye're  welcome,  welcome,  every  one, 

Your  master  I  will  be.  100 

"  Now  ye  shall  eat  as  I  do  eat, 

And  lye  as  I  do  lye ; 
Ye  salna  wear  nae  waur  claithing 

Nor  my  young  men  and  I." 

Then  they  went  to  a  ruinous  house,  los 

And  there  they  enter'd  in ; 
And  Nicholas  fed  wi'  Robin  Hood, 

And  Roger  wi'  little  John. 

But  it  fell  ance  upon  a  day, 

They  were  at  the  putting-stane  ;  no 

Whan  Rose  the  Red  she  view'd  them  a', 

As  they  stood  on  the  green. 

She  hit  the  stane  then  wi'  her  foot, 

And  kep'd  it  wi'  her  knee  ; 
And  spaces  three  aboon  them  a',  n« 

I  wyte  she  gar'd  it  flee. 

She  sat  her  back  then  to  a  tree, 

And  ga'e  a  loud  Ohon  ! 
A  lad  spak  in  the  companie, 

"  I  hear  a  woman's  moan."  120 

"  How  know  you  that,  young  man,"  she  said, 

"  How  know  you  that  o'  me  ? 
Did  e'er  ye  see  me  in  that  place 

A'e  foot  my  ground  to  flee  ? 


ROSE    THE   RED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE.      401 

"  Or  know  ye  by  my  cherry  cheeks,  125 

Or  by  my  yellow  hair  ? 
Or  by  the  paps  on  my  breast  bane  ? 

Ye  never  saw  them  bare." 

"  I  know  not  by  your  cherry  cheeks, 

Nor  by  your  yellow  hair  ;  wo 

But  I  know  by  your  milk-white  chin, 

On  it  there  grows  nae  hair. 

"  I  never  saw  you  in  that  cause 

A'e  foot  your  ground  to  flee  ; 
I've  seen  you  stan'  wi'  sword  in  han*  135 

'Mang  men's  blood  to  the  knee. 

"  But  if  I  come  your  bower  within, 

By  night,  or  yet  by  day, 
I  shall  know  before  I  go, 

If  ye  be  man  or  may."  no 

"  O  if  you  come  my  bower  within, 

By  night,  or  yet  by  day, 
As  soon's  I  draw  my  trusty  brand, 

Nae  lang  ye'll  wi'  me  stay." 

But  he  is  haunted  to  her  bower,  145 

Her  bigly  bower  o'  stane, 
Till  he  has  got  her  big  wi'  bairn, 

And  near  sax  months  she's  gane. 

Whan  three  mair  months  were  come  and  gane, 
They  gae'd  to  hunt  the  hynde  ;  iso 

She  wont  to  be  the  foremost  ane, 

But  now  stay'd  far  behynd. 
VOL.  v.  26 


402      ROSE    THE    RED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE. 

Her  luver  looks  her  in  the  face, 

And  thus  to  her  said  he  ; 
"  I  think  your  cheeks  are  pale  and  wan,  u» 

Pray,  what  gaes  warst  wi'  thee  ? 

"  O  want  ye  roses  to  your  breast, 

Or  ribbons  to  your  sheen  ? 
Or  want  ye  as  muckle  o'  dear  bought  luve 

As  your  heart  can  conteen  ?"  IGO 

"  I  want  nae  roses  to  my  breast, 

Nae  ribbons  to  my  sheen ; 
Nor  want  I  as  muckle  dear  bought  luve 

As  my  heart  can  conteen. 

"  I'd  rather  ha'e  a  fire  behynd,  165 

Anither  me  before ; 
A  gude  midwife  at  my  right  side, 

Till  my  young  babe  be  bore." 

//tmi  kindle  a  fire  wi'  a  flint  stane, 

Bring  wine  in  a  green  horn  ;  iro 

I'll  be  midwife  at  your  right  side, 
Till  your  young  babe  be  born." 

"  That  was  ne'er  my  mither's  custom, 

Forbid  that  it  be  mine ! 
A  knight  stan'  by  a  lady  bright,  175 

Whan  she  drees  a'  her  pine  ! 

"  There  is  a  knight  in  gude  greenwood, 

If  that  he  kent  o'  me, 
Thro'  stock  and  stane  and  the  hawthorn, 

Sae  soon's  he  wou'd  come  me  tee."  iw 


HOSE    THE    RED    AND    WHITE    LILLIE.      403 

"  If  there  be  a  knight  in  gude  greenwood 

Ye  like  better  than  me, 
If  ance  he  come  your  bower  within, 

Ane  o'  us  twa  shall  dee." 

She  set  a  horn  to  her  mouth,  m 

And  she  blew  loud  and  shrill ! 
Thro'  stock  and  stane  and  the  hawthorn, 

Brave  Roger  came  her  till. 

"  Wha's  here  sae  bauld,"  the  youth  replied, 
"  Thus  to  encroach  on  me  ?  *  190 

"  O  here  I  am,"  the  knight  replied, 
"  Ha'e  as  much  right  as  thee." 

Then  they  fought  up  the  gude  greenwood, 

Sae  did  they  down  the  plain  ; 
They  niddart  ither  wi'  lang  braid  swords,  ins 

Till  they  were  bleedy  men. 

Then  out  it  spak  the  sick  woman, 

Sat  under  the  greenwood  tree  ; 
"  O  had  your  han',  young  man,"  she  said, 

"  She's  a  woman  as  well  as  me."  200 

Then  out  it  speaks  anither  youth, 

Amang  the  companie ; 
"  Gin  I  had  kent  what  I  ken  now, 

'Tis  for  her  I  wou'd  dee." 

"  O  wae  mat  worth  you,  Rose  the  Red,  205 

An  ill  death  mat  ye  dee ! 
Altho'  ye  tauld  upo'  yoursell, 

Ye  might  ha'e  heal'd  on  me. 


404        ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER. 

"  O  for  her  sake  I  was  content 

For  to  gae  ower  the  sea ;  210 

For  her  I  left  my  mither's  ha', 

Tho'  she  proves  fause  to  me." 

But  whan  these  luvers  were  made  known, 

They  sung  right  joyfullie ; 
Nae  blyther  was  the  nightingale,  215 

Nor  bird  that  sat  on  tree. 

Now  they  ha'e  married  these  ladies, 

Brought  them  to  bower  and  ha', 
And  now  a  happy  life  they  lead, 

I  wish  sae  may  we  a'. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  STRANGER. 

Kitson's  Robin  Hood.  ii.  69. . 

"  FROM  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  collection 
of  Anthony  &  Wood.  The  title  now  given  to  this 
ballad  is  that  which  it  seems  to  have  originally  borne  ; 
having  been  foolishly  altered  to  Robin  Hood  newly 
revived.  The  circumstances  attending  the  second 
part  will  be  explained  in  a  note."  RITSON. 

For  the  different  versions  of  the  first  part  of  the 
story  see  Robin  Hood  and  the  Beggar,  p.  188. 

COME  listen  awhile,  you  gentlemen  all, 

With  a  hey  down,  down,  a  down,  down, 

•That  are  this  bower  within, 
For  a  story  of  gallant  bold  Robin  Hood 

I  purpose  now  to  begin. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER.        405 

"  What  time  of  day  ?  "  quod  Robin  Hood  then  ;       5 
Quoth  Little  John,  "  'Tis  in  the  prime  ; " 

"  Why  then  we  will  to  the  greenwood  gang, 
For  we  have  no  vittles  to  dine." 

As  Robin  Hood  walkt  the  forrest  along, 

(It  was  in  the  mid  of  the  day,)  10 

There  he  was  met  of  a  deft  young  man 
As  ever  walkt  on  the  way. 

His  doublet  was  of  silk,  'tis    said, 

His  stockings  like  scarlet  shone ; 
And  he  walked  on  along  the  way,  i« 

To  Robin  Hood  then  unknown. 

A  herd  of  deer  was  in  the  bend, 

All  feeding  before  his  face  : 
"  Now  the  best  of  you  He  have  to  my  dinner, 

And  that  in  a  little  space."  «) 

Now  the  stranger  he  made  no  mickle  adoe, 

But  he  bends  a  right  good  bow, 
And  the  best  of  all  the  herd  he  slew, 

Forty  good  yards  him  froe. 

"  Well  shot,  well  shot,"  quod  Robin  Hood  then,      25 

"  That  shot  it  was  shot  in  time ; 
And  if  thou  wilt  accept  of  the  place, 

Thou  shalt  be  a  bold  yeoman  of  mine." 

"  Go  play  the  chiven,"  the  stranger  said, 

"  Make  haste  and  quickly  go,  so 

23,  and  a.  Kitson.  24,  full  froe. 


4:06        ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER. 

Or  with  my  fist,  be  sure  of  this, 
He  give  thee  buffets  sto/ 

"Thou  had'st  not  best  buffet  me,"  quod  Robin 
Hood, 

"  For  though  I  seem  forlorn, 
Yet  I  have  those  will  take  my  part,  ss 

If  I  but  blow  my  horn." 

"  Thou  wast  not  best  wind  thy  horn,"  the  stranger 
said, 

"  Beest  thou  never  so  much  in  haste, 
For  I  can  draw  out  a  good  broad  sword, 

And  quickly  cut  the  blast."  40 

Then  Robin  Hood  bent  a  very  good  bow, 

To  shoot,  and  that  he  would  fain  ; 
The  stranger  he  bent  a  very  good  bow, 

To  shoot  at  bold  Robin  again. 

"Hold  thy  hand,  hold  thy  hand,"  quod   Robin 
Hood,  « 

"  To  shoot  it  would  be  in  vain ; 
For  if  we  should  shoot  the  one  at  the  other, 

The  one  of  us  may  be  slain. 

"  But  let's  take  our  swords  and  our  broad  buck 
lers, 

And  gang  under  yonder  tree :  "  so 

"  As  I  hope  to  be  sav'd,"  the  stranger  said, 

«  One  foot  I  will  not  flee." 

Then  Robin  Hood  lent  the  stranger  a  blow, 
'Most  scar'd  him  out  of  his  wit : 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER.       407 

"  Thou  never  delt  blow,"  the  stranger  he  said,        ss 
"  That  shall  be  better  quit." 

The  stranger  he  drew  out  a  good  broad  sword, 

And  hit  Robin  on  the  crown, 
That  from  every  haire  of  bold  Robins  head, 

The  blood  ran  trickling  down.  eo 

"  God  a  mercy,  good  fellow ! "  quod  Robin  Hood 
then, 

"  And  for  this  that  thou  hast  done, 
Tell  me,  good  fellow,  what  thou  art, 

Tell  me  where  thou  doest  wone. 

The  stranger  then  answer'd  bold  Robin  Hood,       es 

"  He  tell  thee  where  I  do  dwell ; 
In  Maxwell  town  I  was  bred  and  born, 

My  name  is  young  Gam  well. 

"  For  killing  of  my  own  fathers  steward, 

I  am  forc'd  to  this  English  wood,  70 

And  for  to  seek  an  uncle  of  mine, 
Some  call  him  Robin  Hood." 

"  But  art  thou  a  cousin  of  Robin  Hood  then  ? 

The  sooner  we  should  have  done : " 
"  As  I  hope  to  be  sav'd,"  the  stranger  then  said,     75 

"I  am  his  own  sisters  son." 

But,  lord  !  what  kissing  and  courting  was  there, 

When  these  two  cousins  did  greet ! 
And  they  went  all  that  summers  day, 

And  Little  John  did  [not]  meet.  so 

55,  felt.  Kitson.  64,  won,  R. 


408        ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER. 

But  when  they  met  with  Little  John, 

He  unto  them  did  say, 
"  O  master,  pray  where  have  you  been, 

You  have  tarried  so  long  away  ?  " 

"  I  met  with  a  stranger,"  quod  Robin  Hood,  85 

"  Full  sore  he  hath  beaten  me :  " 
"  Then  Tie  have  a  bout  with  him,"  quod  Little  John, 

"  And  try  if  he  can  beat  me." 

"  Oh  [no],  oh  no,"  quoth  Robin  Hood  then, 

"  Little  John,  it  may  [not]  be  so  ;  w 

For  he  is  my  own  dear  sisters  son, 
And  cousins  I  have  no  mo. 

"  But  he  shall  be  a  bold  yeoman  of  mine, 

My  chief  man  next  to  thee  ;    .  , 
And  I  Robin  Hood,  and  thou  Little  John,  as 

And  Scadlock  he  shall  be  : 

"  And  weel  be  three  of  the  bravest  outlaws 

That  live  in  the  north  country." 
If  you  will  hear  more  of  bold  Robin  Hood, 

In  the  second  part  it  will  be.  100 


[PART  THE  SECOND.*] 

Now  Robin  Hood,  Will  Scadlock,  and  Little  John 
Are  walking  over  the  plain, 

*  "  This  (from  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  Major  Pearson's 
collection)  is  evidently  the  genuine  second  part  of  the  pres- 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER.        409 

With  a  good  fat  buck,  which  Will  Scadlock 
With  his  strong  bow  had  slain. 

ent  ballad:  although  constantly  printed  as  an  independent 
article,  under  the  title  of  Robin  Hood,  Will  Scadlock,  and  Lit 
tle  John ;  Or,  a  narrative  of  their  victories  obtained  against 
the  prince  of  Aragon  and  the  two  giants ;  and  how  Will  Scad- 
lock  married  the  princess.  Tune  of  Robin  Hood;  or,  Hey  doum, 
down,  a  down."  Instead  of  which,  in  all  former  editions,  are 
given  the  following  incoherent  stanzas,  which  have  all  the 
appearance  of  being  the  fragment  of  a  quite  different  ballad : 

THEN  bold  Kobin  Hood  to  the  north  he  would  go, 

With  valour  and  mickle  might, 
With  sword  by  his  side,  which  oft  had  been  tri'd, 

To  fight  and  recover  his  right. 

The  first  that  he  met  was  a  bonny  bold  Scot, 

His  servant  he  said  he  would  be : 
"  No,"  quoth  Kobin  Hood,  "  it  cannot  be  good, 

For  thou  wilt  prove  false  unto  me. 

"  Thou  hast  not  been  true  to  sire  nor  cuz." 

"  Nay,  marry,"  the  Scot,  he  said, 
"  As  true  as  your  heart,  He  never  part, 

Gude  master,  be  not  afraid. " 

Then  Eobin  turned  his  face  to  the  east, 

"  Fight  on,  my  merry  men  stout ; 
Our  cause  is  good,"  quod  brave  Kobin  Hood, 

"  And  we  shall  not  be  beaten  out." 

The  battel  grows  hot  on  every  side, 

The  Scotchman  made  great  moan : 
Quoth  Jockey,  "  Gude  faith,  they  fight  on  each  side, 

Would  I  were  with  my  wife  Joan !  " 

The  enemy  compast  brave  Robin  about, 

'Tis  long  ere  the  battel  ends; 
Ther's  neither  will  yield,  nor  give  up  the  field, 

For  both  are  supplied  with  friends. 


410        ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER. 

*'  Jog  on,  jog  on,"  cries  Robin  Hood, 

"  The  day  it  runs  full  fast ; 
For  tho*  my  nephew  me  a  breakfast  gave, 

I  have  not  yet  broke  my  fast. 

"  Then  to  yonder  lodge  let  us  take  our  way, — 
I  think  it  wondrous  good, —  ] 

Where  my  nephew  by  my  bold  yeomen 
Shall  be  welcom'd  unto  the  greenwood." 

With  that  he  took  his  bugle-horn, 

Full  well  he  could  it  blow ; 
Streight  from  the  woods  came  marching  down 

One  hundred  tall  fellows  and  mo. 

"  Stand,  stand  to  your  arms,"  says  Will  Scadldck, 
Lo  !  the  enemies  are  within  ken  :  " 

With  that  Robin  Hood  he  laugh'd  aloud, 
Crying,  "  They  are  my  bold  yeomen." 

Who,  when  they  arrived,  and  Robin  espy'd, 

Cry'd  "  Master,  what  is  your  will  ? 
We  thought  you  had  in  danger  been, 

Your  horn  did  sound  so  shrill." 

"  Now  nay,  now  nay,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  The  danger  is  past  and  gone ; 
I  would  have  you  welcome  my  nephew  here, 

That  has  paid  me  two  for  one." 

This  song  it  was  made  in  Robin  Hoods  dayes : 

Let's  pray  unto  Jove  above,      . 
To  give  us  true  peace,  that  mischief  may  cease, 

And  war  may  give  place  unto  love. 

RITSON. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER.        411 

In  feasting  and  sporting  they  pass'd  the  day, 

Till  Phoebus  sunk  into  the  deep ;  so 

Then  each  one  to  his  quarters  hy'd, 
His  guard  there  for  to  keep. 

Long  had  they  not  walked  within  the  greenwood, 

When  Robin  he  soon  espy'd 
A  beautiful  damsel  all  alone,  35 

That  on  a  black  palfrey  did  ride. 

Her  riding-suit  was  of  sable  hew  black, 

Cypress  over  her  face, 
Through  which  her  rose-like  cheeks  did  blush, 

All  with  a  comely  grace.  40 

"  Come  tell  me  the  cause,  thou  pretty  one," 

Quoth  Robin,  "  and  tell  me  aright, 
From  whence  thou  comest,  and  whither  thou  goest, 

All  in  this  mournful  plight  ?  " 

"  From  London  I  came,  the  damsel  reply'd,  45 

"  From  London  upon  the  Thames, 
Which  circled  is,  O  grief  to  tell ! 

Besieg'd  with  foreign  arms ; 

"  By  the  proud  prince  of  Arragon, 

Who  swears  by  his  martial  hand 
To  have  the  princess  to  his  spouse,  so 

Or  else  to  waste  this  land ; 

"  Except  such  champions  can  be  found, 

That  dare  fight  three  to  three, 
Against  the  prince,  and  giants  twain,  55 

Most  horrid  for  to  see ; 

35,  Of  a. 


412        ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER. 

"  Whose  grisly  looks,  and  eyes  like  brands, 
Strike  terrour  where  they  come, 

With  serpents  hissing  on  their  helms, 
Instead  of  feathered  plume. 

"  The  princess  shall  be  the  victor's  prize, 

The  king  hath  vow'd  and  said, 
And  he  that  shall  the  conquest  win, 

Shall  have  her  to  his  bride. 

"  Now  we  are  four  damsels  sent  abroad, 
To  the  east,  west,  north,  and  south, 

To  try  whose  fortune  is  so  good 
To  find  these  champions  forth. 

"  But  all  in  vain  we  have  sought  about, 

For  none  so  bold  there  are 
That  dare  adventure  life  and  blood, 

To  free  a  lady  fair." 

"  When  is  the  day  ?  "  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  Tell  me  this  and  no  more : " 
"  On  Midsummer  next,"  the  dam'sel  said, 

"  Which  is  June  the  twenty-four." 

With  that  the  tears  trickled  down  her  cheeks, 

And  silent  was  her  tongue  : 
With  sighs  and  sobs  she  took  her  leave, 

Away  her  palfrey  sprung. 

The  news  struck  Robin  to  the  heart, 

He  fell  down  on  the  grass ; 
His  actions  and  his  troubled  mind 

Shew'd  he  perplexed  was. 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER.         413 

"Where  lies  your  grief?  "  quoth  Will  Scadldck,     85 

O  master,  tell  to  me  : 
If  the  damsel's  eyes  have  pierc'd  your  heart, 

I'll  fetch  her  back  to  thee." 

"  Now  nay,  now  nay,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  She  doth  not  cause  my  smart ;  90 

But  'tis  the  poor  distress'd  princess, 
That  wounds  me  to  the  heart. 

"  I'll  go  fight  the  giants  all 

To  set  the  lady  free  : " 
"  The  devil  take  my  soul,"  quoth  Little  John,        95 

"  If  I  part  with  thy  company." 

"  Must  I  stay  behind  ?  "  quoth  Will  Scadldck, 

"  No,  no,  that  must  not  be  ; 
I'le  make  the  third  man  in  the  fight, 

So  we  shall  be  three  to  three."  100 

These  words  cheer'd  Robin  to  the  heart, 

Joy  shone  within  his  face ; 
Within  his  arms  he  hugged  them  both, 

And  kindly  did  imbrace. 

Quoth  he,  "  We'll  put  on  motley  gray,  los 

And  long  staves  in  our  hands, 
A  scrip  and  bottle  by  our  sides, 

As  come  from  the  holy  land. 

"  So  may  we  pass  along  the  high-way, 

None  will  ask  from  whence  we  came,  no 

But  take  us  pilgrims  for  to  be, 

Or  else  some  holy  men." 


414    ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  STRANGER. 

Now  they  are  on  their  journey  gone, 

As  fast  as  they  may  speed, 
Yet  for  all  their  haste,  ere  they  arriVd,  us 

The  princess  forth  was  led, 

To  be  deliver'd  to  the  prince, 

Who  in  the  list  did  stand, 
Prepar'd  to  fight,  or  else  receive 

His  lady  by  the  hand.  120 

With  that  he  walk'd  about  the  lists, 

With  giants  by  his  side  : 
"  Bring  forth,"  said  he,  "  your  champions, 

Or  bring  me  forth  my  bride. 

"  This  is  the  four  and  twentieth  day,  125 

The  day  prefixt  upon  : 
Bring  forth  my  bride,  or  London  burns, 

I  swear  by  Alcaron." 

Then  cries  the  king,  and  queen  likewise, 
Both  weeping  as  they  spake,  130 

"  Lo !  we  have  brought  our  daughter  dear, 
Whom  we  are  forc'd  to  forsake." 

With  that  stept  out  bold  Robin  Hood, 

Crys,  "  My  liege,  it  must  not  be  so ; 
Such  beauty  as  the  fair  princess  iss 

Is  not  for  a  tyrant's  mow." 

The  prince  he  then  began  to  storm, 

Cries,  "  Fool,  fanatick,  baboon  ! 
How  dare  you  stop  my  valour's  prize  ? 

I'll  kiU  thee  with  a  frown."  no 

128,  Acaron. 


ROBIN    HOOD    AND    THE    STRANGER.         415 

«  Thou  tyrant  Turk,  thou  infidel," 

Thus  Robin  began  to  reply, 
"  Thy  frowns  I  scorn  ;  lo  !  here's  my  gage, 

And  thus  I  thee  dene. 

"  And  for  those  two  Goliahs  there,  145 

That  stand  on  either  side, 
Here  are  two  little  Davids  by, 

That  soon  can  tame  their  pride." 

Then  the  king  did  for  armour  send, 

For  lances,  swords,  and  shields  :  iso 

And  thus  all  three  in  armour  bright 

Came  marching  to  the  field. 

The  trumpets  began  to  sound  a  charge, 

Each  singled  out  his  man ; 
Their  arms  in  pieces  soon  were  hew'd,  155 

Blood  sprang  from  every  vain. 

The  prince  he  reacht  Robin  Hood  a  blow, 

He  struck  with  might  and  main, 
Which  forc'd  him  to  reel  about  the  field, 

As  though  he  had  been  slain.  iee 

"  God-a-mercy,"  quoth  Robin,  "  for  that  blow  ! 

The  quarrel  shall  soon  be  try'd; 
This  stroke  shall  shew  a  full  divorce 

Betwixt  thee  and  thy  bride." 

So  from  his  shoulders  he's  cut  his  head,  166 

Which  on  the  ground  did  fall, 
And  grumbling  sore  at  Robin  Hood, 

To  be  so  dealt  withal. 


416   ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  STRANGER. 

The  giants  then  began  to  rage 

To  see  their  prince  lie  dead :  iro 

"  Thou's  be  the  next,"  quoth  little  John, 

"  Unless  thou  well  guard  thy  head." 

With  that  his  faulchion  he  wherled  about, 

It  was  both  keen  and  sharp  ; 
He  clove  the  giant  to  the  belt,  irs 

And  cut  in  twain  his  heart. 

Will  Scadlock  well  had  play'd  his  part, 
The  giant  he  had  brought  to  his  knee ; 

Quoth  Will,  "  The  devil  cannot  break  his  fast, 
Unless  he  have  you  all  three."  iso 

So  with  his  faulchion  he  run  him  through, 

A  deep  and  ghastly  wound  ; 
Who  dam'd  and  foam'd,  curst  and  blasphem'd, 

And  then  fell  to  the  ground. 

Now  all  the  lists  with  shouts  were  fill'd,  iS5 

The  skies  they  did  resound, 
WTiich  brought  the  princess  to  herself, 

Who  had  fal'n  in  a  swound. 

The  king  and  queen  and  princess  fair, 

Came  walking  to  the  place,  190 

And  gave  the  champions  many  thanks, 
And  did  them  further  grace. 

"  Tell  me,"  quoth  the  king,  "  whence  you  are, 

That  thus  disguised  came, 
Whose  valour  speaks  that  noble  blood  iss 

Doth  run  through  every  vain." 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  STRANGER.   417 

"  A  boon,  a  boon,"  quoth  Robin  Hood, 

"  On  my  knees  I  beg  and  crave  ; " 
"  By  my  crown,"  quoth  the  king,  "  I  grant ; 

Ask  what,  and  thou  shalt  have."  200 

"  Then  pardon  I  beg  for  my  merry  men, 

Which  are  in  the  green-wood, 
For  Little  John,  and  Will  Scadlock, 

And  for  me  bold  Robin  Hood." 

"  Art  thou  Robin  Hood  ?  "  then  quoth  the  king ;  205 

For  the  valour  thou  hast  shewn, 
Your  pardons  I  do  freely  grant, 

And  welcome  every  one. 

"  The  princess  I  promis'd  the  victor's  prize  ; 

She  cannot  have  you  all  three/'  210 

"  She  shall  chuse,"  quoth  Robin ;  said  Little  John, 

"  Then  little  share  falls  to  me." 

Then  did  the  princess  view  all  three, 

With  a  comely  lovely  grace, 
And  took  Will  Scadlock  by  the  hand,  a-» 

Saying  "  Here  I  make  my  choice." 

With  that  a  noble  lord  stept  forth, 

Of  Maxfield  earl  was  he, 
Who  look'd  Will  Scadlock  in  the  face, 

And  wept  most  bitterly.  220 

Quoth  he,  "  I  had  a  son  like  thee, 
Whom  I  lov'd  wondrous  well ; 

209,  promise.  Kitson. 

VOL.  v.  27 


418     KOBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    SCOTCHMAN. 

But  he  is  gone,  or  rather  dead, 
His  name  it  is  young  Gamwell." 

Then  did  Will  Scadlock  fall  on  his  knees,         ,    1 

Cries,  "  Father  !  father  1  here, 
Here  kneels  your  son,  your  young  Gamwell, 

You  said  you  lov'd  so  dear." 

But,  lord !  what  imbracing  and  kissing  was  there, 
When  all  these  friends  were  met !  J 

They  are  gone  to  the  wedding,  and  so  to  bedding 
And  so  I  bid  you  good  night. 


ROBIN  HOOD  AND  THE  SCOTCHMAN. 

GIVEN  in  Gutch's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  392,  from  an 
Irish  Garland,  printed  at  Monaghan,  1796. 

This  piece  is  the  same  as  the  fragment  usually 
printed  as  the  Second  Part  of  Robin  Hood  and  the 
Stranger,  (see  p.  409,)  and  both  are  undoubtedly 
relics  of  some  older  ballad. 

Now  bold  Robin  Hood  to  the  north  would  go 

With  valour  and  mickle  might ; 
With  sword  by  his  side,  which  oft  had  been  try'd, 

To  fight  and  recover  his  right. 

The  first  that  he  met  was  a  jolly  stout  Scot,  a 

His  servant  he  said  he  would  be ; 
"  No,"  quoth  Robin  Hood,  "  it  cannot  be  good, 

For  thou  wilt  prove  false  unto  me. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    THE    SCOTCHMAN.     419 

"  Thou  has  not  been  true  to  sire  or  cuz ; " 

"  Nay,  marry,"  the  Scot  he  said,  10 

"  As  true  as  your  heart,  I  never  will  part ; 
Good  master,  be  not  afraid." 

"  But  e'er  I  employ  you,"  said  bold  Robin  Hood, 

"  With  you  I  must  have  a  bout ; " 
The  Scotchman  reply'd,  "  Let  the  battle  be  try'd,  M 

For  I  know  I  will  beat  you  out." 

Thus  saying,  the  contest  did  quickly  begin, 

Which  lasted  two  hours  and  more ; 
The  blows  Sawney  gave  bold  Robin  so  brave, 

The  battle  soon  made  him  give  o'er.  20 

"  Have  mercy,  thou  Scotchman,"  bold  Robin  Hood 
cry'd, 

"  Full  dearly  this  boon  have  I  bought ; 
We  will  both  agree,  and  my  man  you  shall  be, 

For  a  stouter  I  never  have  fought." 

Then  Sawny  consented  with  Robin  to  go,  21 

To  be  of  his  bowmen  so  gay ; 
Thus  ended  the  fight,  and  with  mickle  delight 

To  Sherwood  they  hasted  away. 


THE  PLATE  OF  ROBYN  HODE. 

From  Ritson's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  192. 

PRINTED  by  Copland  at  the  end  of  his  edition  of 
the  Lytell  Geste.  The  whole  title  runs :  Here  begin- 
nethe  the  playe  of  Robyn  Hoode,  very  proper  to  be 
played  in  Maye  games.  A  few  corrections  were  made 
by  Ritson  from  White's  edition  of  1634. 

The  fragment  here  preserved  is  founded  upon  the 
ballads  of  Robin  Hood  and  the  Curtail  Fryer,  (p.  271,) 
and  Robin  Hood  and  the  Potter  (p.  17.)  Were  the 
whole  play  recovered,  we  should  probably  find  it  a 
pot  pourri  of  the  most  favorite  stories  of  Robin  Hood. 

KOBYN  HODE. 

Now  stand  ye  forth,  my  mery  men  all, 

And  harke  what  I  shall  say ; 

Of  an  adventure  I  shal  you  tell, 

The  which  befell  this  other  day. 

As  I  went  by  the  hygh  way, 

With  a  stout  frere  I  met, 

And  a  quarter-staffe  in  his  hande. 

Lyghtely  to  me  he  lept, 

And  styll  he  bade  me  stande. 

There  were  strypes  two  or  three,  ic 

But  I  cannot  tell  who  had  the  worse, 

But  well  I  wote  the  horeson  lept  within  me, 

And  fro  me  he  toke  my  purse. 

Is  there  any  of  my  mery  men  all, 


THE  PLATE  OF  ROBYN  HODE.      421 

That  to  that  frere  wyll  go, 

And  bryng  hym  to  me  forth  withall, 

Whether  he  wyll  or  no  ? 

LYTELL  JOHN. 

Yes,  mayster,  I  make  god  a  vowe, 

To  that  frere  wyll  I  go, 

And  bring  him  to  you,  » 

Whether  he  wyl  or  no. 

FRYER   TUCKE. 

Deus  hie,  deus  hie,  god  be  here  ! 
Is  not  this  a  holy  worde  for  a  frere  ? 
God  save  all  this  company  ! 
But  am  not  I  a  jolly  fryer  ? 
For  I  can  shote  both  farre  and  nere, 
And  handle  the  sworde  and  buckler, 
And  this  quarter-staffe  also. 
If  I  mete  with  a  gentylman  or  yeman, 
I  am  not  afrayde  to  loke  hym  upon,  30 

Nor  boldly  with  him  to  carpe  ; 
If  he  speake  any  wordes  to  me, 
He  shall  have  strypes  two  or  thre, 
That  shal  make  his  body  smarte. 
But,  maisters,  to  shew  you  the  matter, 
Wherfore  and  why  I  am  come  hither, 
In  fayth  I  wyl  not  spare. 
I  am  come  to  seke  a  good  yeman, 
In  Bernisdale  men  sai  is  his  habitacion, 
His  name  is  Robyn  Hode.  40 

And  if  that  he  be  better  man  than  I, 
His  servaunt  wyll  I  be,  and  serve  him  truely  ; 
But  if  that  I  be  better  man  than  he, 
By  my  truth  my  knave  shall  he  be, 
And  leade  these  dogges  all  three. 
35,  mailer,  C. 


422  THE   PLATE    OF    ROBTN   HODE. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Yelde  the,  fryer,  in  thy  long  cote. 

FRYER   TUCKE. 

I  beshrew  thy  hart,  knave,  thou  hurtest  my  throt. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

I  trowe,  fryer,  thou  beginnest  to  dote ; 

Who  made  the  so  malapert  and  so  bolde, 

To  come  into  this  forest  here,  so 

Amonge  my  falowe  dere  ? 

FRYER. 

Go  louse  the,  ragged  knave. 

If  thou  make  mani  wordes,  I  will  geve  the  on  the  eare, 

Though  I  be  but  a  poore  fryer. 

To  seke  Robyn  Hode  I  am  com  here, 

And  to  him  my  hart  to  breke. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Thou  lousy  frer,  what  wouldest  thou  with  hym  ? 
He  never  loved  fryer,  nor  none  of  freiers  kyn. 

FRYER. 

Avaunt,  ye  ragged  knave  ! 

Or  ye  shall  have  on  the  skynne.  oo 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Of  all  the  men  in  the  morning  thou  art  the  worst, 
To  mete  with  the  I  have  no  lust ; 
For  he  that  meteth  a  frere  or  a  fox  in  the  morning, 
To  spede  ill  that  day  he  standeth  in  jeoperdy. 
Therfore  I  had  lever  mete  with  the  devil  of  hell, 
(Fryer,  I  tell  the  as  I  thinke,) 
Then  mete  with  a  fryer  or  a  fox 
In  a  mornyng,  or  I  drynk. 

FRYER. 

Avaunt,  thou  ragged  knave,  this  is  but  a  mock  ; 
If  thou  make  mani  words  thou  shal  have  a  knock.      TO 

64,  ell,  C.  70,  You,  you,  C. 


THE    PLATE    OF   ROBTN   HODE.  423 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Harke,  frere,  what  I  say  here  : 
Over  this  water  thou  shalt  me  bere, 
The  brydge  is  borne  away. 


To  say  naye  I  wyll  not : 

To  let  the  of  thine  oth  it  were  great  pitie  and  sin, 

But  up  on  a  fryers  backe,  and  have  even  in. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Nay,  have  over. 

FRYER. 

Now  am  I,  frere,  within,  and  thou,  Robin,  without, 
To  lay  the  here  I  have  no  great  doubt. 
Now  art  thou,  Robyn,  without,  and  I,  frere,  within,    so 
Lye  ther,  knave ;  chose  whether  thou  wilte  sinke  or 
swym. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Why,  thou  lowsy  frere,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 

FRYER. 

Mary,  set  a  knave  over  the  shone. 

ROBYN   HODE. 

Therfore  thou  shalt  abye. 

FRYER. 

Why,  wylt  thou  fyght  a  plucke  ? 

ROBYN  HODE. 

And  god  send  me  good  lucke. 

FRYER. 

Than  have  a  stroke  for  fryer  Tucke. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Holde  thy  hande,  frere,  and  here  me  speke. 

FRYER. 

Say  on,  ragged  knave, 

Me  semeth  ye  begyn  to  swete.  sw 

82,  donee,  C. 


424  THE    PLATE    OF   ROBYN    HODE. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

In  this  forest  I  have  a  hounde, 
J  wyl  not  give  him  for  an  hundreth  pound. 
Geve  me  leve  my  home  to  blowe, 
That  my  hounde  may  knowe. 
FRYER. 

Blowe  on,  ragged  knave,  without  any  doubte, 
Untyll  bothe  thyne  eyes  starte  out. 
Here  be  a  sorte  of  ragged  knaves  come  in, 
Clothed  all  in  Kendale  grene, 
And  to  the  they  take  their  way  nowe. 

ROBYN   HODE. 

Peradventure  they  do  so.  100 

FRYER. 

I  gave  the  leve  to  blowe  at  thy  wyll, 
Now  give  me  leve  to  whistell  my  fyll. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Whystell,  frere,  evyl  mote  thou  fare, 
Untyll  bothe  thyne  eyes  stare. 

FRYER. 

Now  Cut  and  Bause  ! 

Breng  forth  the  clubbes  and  staves, 

And  downe  with  those  ragged  knaves  ! 

ROBYN  HODE. 

How  sayest  thou,  frere,  wylt  thou  be  my  man, 

To  do  me  the  best  servyse  thou  can  ? 

Thou  shalt  have  both  golde  and  fee,  no 

And  also  here  is  a  lady  free, 

I  wyll  geve  her  unto  the, 

And  her  chapplayn  I  the  make, 

To  serve  her  for  my  sake. 

FRYER. 

Here  is  a  huckle  duckle,  an  inch  above  the  buckle ; 
104,  starte,  C. 


THE  PLATE  OF  ROBYN  HODE.      425 

She  is  a  trul  of  trust,  to  serve  a  frier  at  his  lust, 

A  prycker,  a  prauncer,  a  terer  of  shetes, 

A  wagger  of  buttockes  when  other  men  slepes. 

Go  home,  ye  knaves,  and  lay  crabbes  in  the  fyre, 

For  my  lady  and  I  wil  daunce  in  the  myre,  120 

For  veri  pure  joye. 

KOBYN  HODE. 

Lysten,  to  [me],  my  mery  men  all, 

And  harke  what  I  shall  say ; 

Of  an  adventure  I  shall  you  tell, 

That  befell  this  other  daye. 

With  a  proude  potter  I  met, 

And  a  rose  garlande  on  his  head, 

The  floures  of  it  shone  marvaylous  freshe ; 

This  seven  yere  and  more  he  hath  used  this  waye, 

Yet  was  he  never  so  curteyse  a  potter,  iso 

As  one  peny  passage  to  paye. 

Is  there  any  of  my  mery  men  all 

That  dare  be  so  bolde 

To  make  the  potter  paie  passage, 

Either  silver  or  golde  ? 

LYTELL  JOHN. 

Not  I  master,  for  twenty  pound  redy  tolde, 

For  there  is  not  among  us  al  one 

That  dare  medle  with  that  potter,  man  for  man. 

I  felt  his  handes  not  long  agone, 

But  I  had  lever  have  ben  here  by  the,  140 

Therfore  I  knowe  what  he  is. 

Mete  him  when  ye  wil,  or  mete  him  whan  ye  shal, 

He  is  as  propre  a  man  as  ever  you  medle  withal. 

EOBYN  HODE. 

I  will  lai  with  the,  Litel  John,  twenti  pound  so  read, 
117,  shefes,  C.  118,  ballockes,  C. 


426  THE    PLATE    OF    ROBYN    HODE. 

If  I  wyth  that  potter  mete, 

I  wil  make  him  pay  passage,  maugre  his  head. 

LETTEL,    JOHN. 

I  consente  therto,  so  eate  I  bread, 

If  he  pay  passage  maugre  his  head, 

Twenti  pound  shall  ye  have  of  me  for  your  mede. 

THE  POTTERS  BOY  JACKE. 

Out  alas,  that  ever  I  sawe  this  daye  !  i 

For  I  am  clene  out  of  my  waye 

From  Notyngham  towne ; 

If  I  hye  me  not  the  faster, 

Or  I  come  there  the  market  wel  be  done. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Let  me  se,  are  thy  pottes  hole  and  sounde  ? 

JACKE. 
Yea,  meister,  but  they  will  not  breake  the  ground. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

I  wil  them  breke,  for  the  cuckold  thi  maisters  sake ; 
And  if  they  will  breake  the  grounde, 
Thou  shalt  have  thre  pence  for  a  pound. 

JACKE. 

Out  alas  !  what  have  ye  done  ? 
If  my  maister  come,  he  will  breke  your  crown. 

THE   POTTER. 

Why,  thou  horeson,  art  thou  here  yet  ? 
Thou  shouldest  have  bene  at  market. 

JACKE. 

I  met  with  Robin  Hode,  a  good  yeman, 
He  hath  broken  my  pottes, 
And  called  you  kuckolde  by  your  name. 

THE   POTTER. 

Thou  mayst  be  a  gentylman,  so  god  me  save, 
154,  maryet,  C.       155,  the,  C.        158,  not  breake,  in  C. 


THE    PLATE    OF  ROBYN   HODE.  427 

But  thou  semest  a  noughty  knave. 

Thou  callest  me  cuckolde  by  my  name, 

And  I  swere  by  god  and  saynt  Joan  iro 

Wyfe  had  I  never  none. 

This  cannot  I  denye, 

But  if  thou  be  a  good  felowe, 

I  wil  sel  mi  horse,  mi  harneis,  pottes  and  paniers  to, 

Thou  shalt  have  the  one  halfe  and  I  will  have  the 

other ; 

If  thou  be  not  so  content, 
Thou  shalt  have  stripes,  if  thou  were  my  brother. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Harke,  potter,  what  I  shall  say : 
This  seven  yere  and  more  thou  hast  used  this  way, 
Yet  were  thou  never  so  curteous  to  me,  180 

As  one  penny  passage  to  paye. 

THE  POTTER. 

Why  should  I  pay  passage  to  thee  ? 

ROBYN  HODE. 

For  I  am  Robyn  Hode,  chiefe  gouernoure 
Under  the  grene  woode  tree. 

THE  POTTER. 

This  seven  yere  have  I  used  this  way  up  and  downe, 

Yet  payed  I  passage  to  no  man, 

Nor  now  I  wyl  not  beginne,  so  do  the  worst  thou  can. 

ROBYN  HODE. 

Passage  shalt  thou  pai  here  under  the  grene-wode  tre, 
Or  els  thou  shalt  leve  a  wedde  with  me. 

THE  POTTER. 

If  thou  be  a  good  felowe,  as  men  do  the  call,  190 

Laye  awaye  thy  bo  we, 

18r,  to  do,  C. ;  to  or  so  omitted  in  W. 
189,  wedded,  C.,  wed,  W. 


428      FRAGMENT    OP   AN    INTERLUDE,   &C. 

And  take  thy  sword  and  buckeler  in  thy  hande, 
And  see  what  shall  befall. 

ROBIN   HODE. 

Lyttle  John,  where  art  thou  ? 

LYTTEL  [JOHN]. 

Here,  mayster,  I  make  god  a  vowe. 
I  tolde  you,  mayster,  so  god  me  save, 
That  you  shoulde  fynde  the  potter  a  knave. 
Holde  your  buckeler  faste  in  your  hande, 
And  I  wyll  styfly  by  you  stande, 
Ready  for  to  fyghte  ; 
Be  the  knave  never  so  stoute, 
I  shall  rappe  him  on  the  snou^o, 
And  put  hym  to  flyghte. 


FRAGMENT  OF  AN  INTERLUDE  (?)   OF 
ROBIN   HOOD. 

THE  lines  which  follow  would  seem  to  be  part  of 
an  Interlude,  in  which,  as  in  the  play  just  given,  the 
incidents  of  several  ballads  are  rudely  combined. 
The  present  fragment  is  manifestly  founded  on  Robin 
Hood  and  Guy  of  Gisborne.  We  owe  this  curious 
relic  to  a  correspondent  of  Notes  and  Queries  (vol.  xii. 
p.  321),  who  found  it  in  an  interleaved  copy  of  Robin 
Hood's  Garland,  formerly  belonging  to  Dr.  Stukely, 
the  inventor  of  the  preposterous  pedigree  of  Robin 
Hood.  The  Doctor  has  prefixed  these  remarks  :— "  It 

197,  your,  C. 


FRAGMENT    OF   AN    INTERLUDE,   &C.       429 

is  not  to  be  doubted  but  that  many  of  subsequent 
songs  are  compiled  from  old  ballads  wrote  in  the  time, 
or  soon  after  Robin  Hood,  with  alterations  from  time 
to  time  into  the  more  modern  language.  Mr.  Le 
Neve  (Norroy)  has  a  large  half-sheet  of  paper  which 
was  taken  from  the  inside  of  some  old  book,  which 
preserves  in  an  old  hand  a  fragment  of  this  sort.  On 
the  back  of  it  is  wrote,  among  other  accounts,  this, 
'  It™,  R.  S.  of  Richard  Whitway,  penter  for  his  house, 
sent  in  full  payment,  jx.  s.,  the  vij.  day  of  November, 
Edw'd  iij.  xv.' ;  and  in  a  later  hand  as  follows." 

"  Syr  Sheryffe,  for  thy  sake 
Robyn  Hode  wull  y  take." 
I  wyll  the  gyffe  golde  and  fee, 
This  beheste  thow  holde  me. 

"  Robyn  Hode  ffayre  and  fre,  « 

Undre  this  lynde  shote  we." 

With  the  shote  y  wyll, 

Alle  thy  lustes  to  fullfyll. 

"  Have  at  the  pryke," 

And  y  cleve  the  styke.  10 

"  Late  us  caste  the  stone," 

I  grante  well,  be  Seynte  John. 

"  Late  us  caste  the  exaltre," 

Have  a  foote  before  the. 

Syr  knyght,  ye  have  a  falle.  15 

"And  I  the,  Robyn,  qwyte  shall. 

Owte  on  the,  I  blewe  my  home, 

Hitt  ware  better  be  unborne." 

"  Let  us  fight  at  oltrance. 

"  He  that  fleth,  God  gyfe  hym  myschaunce."   20 


430      FRAGMENT    OP    AN   INTERLUDE,   &C. 

Now  I  have  the  maystry  here, 
Off  I  smyte  this  sory  swyre. 
This  knygthys  clothis  wolle  I  were, 
And  on  my  hede  his  hyde  will  here. 

Well  mete,  felowe  myn. 
What  herst  thou  of  gode  Robyn  ? 
"  Robyn  Hode  and  his  menye 
With  the  Sheryffe  takyn  be." 
Sette  on  foote  with  gode  wyll, 
And  the  Sheryffe  wull  we  kyll. 

Beholde  wele  Frere  Tuke, 

Howe  he  dothe  his  bowe  pluke. 

"  Yeld  yow,  Syrs,  to  the  Sheryffe, 

Or  elles  shall  ye  blowes  pryffe." 

Now  we  be  bounden  alle  in  same  ; 

Frere  Tuke,  this  is  no  game. 

"  Come  thou  forth,  thou  fals  outlawe ; 

Thou  shall  be  hangyde  and  y-drawe." 

Now  alias,  what  shall  we  doo  ! 

We  moste  to  the  prys,one  goo. 

"  Opyn  the  gates  faste  anon, 

And  [late]  theis  thevys  ynne  gon." 

24,  hede.  25,  folowe.  34,  elyffe. 

41,  ory  the  yatn.  42,  theif  thouys  rune. 


BY  LANDS-DALE  HEY  HO. 

"  THIS  strange  and  whimsical  performance  is  taken 
from  a  very  rare  and  curious  publication,  entitled 
Deuteromelia :  or  the  second  part  ofmusicks  melodie,  or 
melodius  musicke,  1609. 

"  In  the  collection  of  old  printed  ballads  made  by 
Anthony  k  Wood,  is  an  inaccurate  copy  of  this  ancient 
and  singular  production,  in  his  own  hand-writing. 
"  *  This  song,'  says  he,  *  was  esteemed  an  old  song 
before  the  rebellion  broke  out  in  1641.'"  RITSON'S 
Eolin  Hood,  ii.  204. 

BY  Lands-dale  hey  ho, 

By  mery  Lands-dale  hey  ho, 
There  dwelt  a  jolly  miller, 

And  a  very  good  old  man  was  he,  hey  ho. 

He  had,  he  had  and  a  sonne  a,  A 

Men  called  him  Renold, 
And  mickle  of  his  might 

Was  he,  was  he,  hey  ho. 

And  from  his  father  a  wode  a, 

His  fortune  for  to  seeke,  w 

From  mery  Lands-dale 

Wode  he,  wode  he,  hey  ho. 


432  BY   LANDS-DALE    HEY   HO. 

His  father  would  him  seeke  a, 
And  found  him  fast  asleepe ; 

Among  the  leaves  greene 
Was  he,  was  he,  hey  ho. 

He  tooke,  he  tooke  him  up  a, 
All  by  the  lilly-white  hand, 

And  set  him  on  his  feet, 
And  bad  him  stand,  hey  ho. 

He  gave  to  him  a  benbow, 
Made  all  of  a  trusty  tree, 

And  arrowes  in  his  hand, 
And  bad  him  let  them  flee. 

And  shoote  was  that,  that  a  did  a, 
Some  say  he  shot  a  mile, 

But  halfe  a  mile  and  more 
Was  it,  was  it,  hey  ho. 

And  at  the  halfe  miles  end  [a,] 
There  stood  an  armed  man ; 

The  childe  he  shot  him  through, 
And  through  and  through,  hey  ho. 

His  beard  was  all  on  a  white  a, 
As  white  as  whaleis  bone, 

His  eyes  they  were  as  cleare 
As  christall  stone,  hey  ho. 

And  there  of  him  they  made  [a] 
Good  yeoman  Robin  Hood, 

Scarlet,  and  Little  John, 
And  Little  John,  hey  ho. 


IN    SHERWOOD   LIVDE   STOUT  ROBIN 
HOOD. 

Gutch's  Robin  Hood,  ii.  393. 

FROM  A  Musicall  Dreame,  or  the  fourth  booke  of 
Ayres,  &c.,  London,  1606.  Ritson  printed  the  same 
from  the  edition  of  1609. 

IN  Sherwood  livde  stout  Robin  Hood, 

An  archer  great,  none  greater; 
His  bow  and  shafts  were  sure  and  good, 

Yet  Cupids  were  much  better. 
Robin  could  shoot  at  many  a  hart  and  misse,  e 

Cupid  at  first  could  hit  a  hart  of  his. 
Hey,  jolly  Robin,  hoe,  jolly  Robin,  hey,  jolly  Robin 

Hood, 

Love  finds  out  me,  as  welL  as  thee,  so  follow  me,  so 
follow  me  to  the  green-wood. 

A  noble  thiefe  was  Robin  Hoode,  10 

Wise  was  he  could  deceive  him  ; 
Yet  Marrian,  in  his  bravest  mood, 

Could  of  his  heart  bereave  him  ! 
No  greater  thief  lies  hidden  under  skies 
Then  beauty  closely  lodgde  in  womens  eyes. 
Hey,  jolly  Robin,  &c. 

8,  to  follow.     Kitson. 

VOL.  v.  28 


434      ROBIN    HOOD    AND    HIS    HUNTES-MEN. 

An  out-law  was  this  Robin  Hood, 

His  life  free  and  unruly  ; 
Yet  to  faire  Marrian  bound  he  stood, 

And  loves  debt  payed  her  duely. 
Whom  curbe  of  stricktest  law  could  not  hold  in, 
Love  with  obeyednes  and  a  winke  could  winiie. 
Hey,  jolly  Robin,  frc. 

Now  wend  we  home,  stout  Robin  Hood, 

Leave  we  the  woods  behind  us ; 
Love-passions  must  not  be  withstood, 

Love  every  where  will  find  us. 
I  livde  in  fielde  and  downe,  and  so  did  he, 
I  got  me  to  the  woods,  love  followed  me. 
Hey,  jolly  Robin,  fyc. 


THE    SONG   OF  ROBIN   HOOD  AND  HIS 
HUNTES-MEN. 

FROM  Anthony  Munday's  London  pageant  for  1615, 
entitled  Metropolis  Coronata,  the  Triumphes  of  Ancient 
Drapery.  Munday  was  a  popular  ballad-writer,  and, 
together  with  Chettle,  the  author  of  two  well-known 
plays  on  the  fortunes  of  "  Robert  Earl  of  Huntington." 
This  song  is  taken  from  The  Civic  Garland,  in  the 
Percy  Society  Publications,  vol.  xix.  p.  15. 

Now  wend  we  together,  my  merry  men  all, 

Unto  the  forrest  side  a  : 
And  there  to  strike  a  buck  or  a  doe, 

Let  our  cunning  all  be  a  tride  a. 


ROBIN   HOOD    AND    HIS    HUNTES-MEN.     435 

Then  go  we  merrily,  merrily  on,  5 

To  the  green-wood  to  take  up  our  stand, 

Where  we  will  lye  in  waite  for  our  game, 
With  our  bent  bowes  in  our  hand. 

What  life  is  there  like  to  bold  Kobin  Hood  ? 

It  is  so  pleasant  a  thing  a :  10 

In  merry  Shirwood  he  spends  his  dayes, 

As  pleasantly  as  a  king  a. 

No  man  may  compare  with  Robin  Hood, 
With  Robin  Hood,  Scathlocke  and  John  ; 

Their  like  was  never,  nor  never  will  be,  is 

If  in  case  that  they  were  gone. 

They  will  not  away  from  merry  Shirwood, 

In  any  place  else  to  dwell : 
For  there  is  neither  city  nor  towne, 

That  likes  them  halfe  so  well.  » 

Our  lives  are  wholly  given  to  hunt, 
And  haunt  the  merry  greene-wood, 

Where  our  best  service  is  daily  spent 
For  our  master  Robin  Hood. 


GLOSSARY. 


Figures  placed  after  words  denote  the  pages  in  which 
they  occur. 


a',  all. 

aboon,  abune,  above. 

abowthe,  about. 

abye,  abide,  pay. 

acward  stroke,  21,  an  unusual, 
out-of-the-way  stroke,  which 
could  not  be  guarded  against. 

ae,  one. 

aftur  the  way,  11,  upon  the 
way. 

agayne,  against. 

agone,  ago. 

aik,  oak. 

alane,  alone. 

Alcaron,  414,  the  name  of  an 
imaginary  deity,  by  meta 
thesis  from  Alcoran.  EIT- 
SON.  The  original  reading 
is,  however,  Acaron. 

nlkone,  each  one. 

al  so  mote,  so  may  I. 

altherbest,  best  of  all. 

amain,  all,  292,  at  once. 

ance,  once. 

anker,  anchorite. 


a-row,  in  a  row. 

Arthur-a-Bradley,  351,  the  title 
of  a  ballad. 

arwe,  arrow ;  arwys,  arrows. 

asay,  tried. 

assoyld,  absolved. 

avowe,  founder,  patron,  pro 
tector. 

awayte  me  scathe,  80,  lie  in 
wait,  or  lay  plots,  to  do  me  in 
jury. 


awkwarde  stroke,  166,  an  un 
usual,  out-of-the-way  stroke. 

ayen,  again. 

ayenst,  against. 

ayont,  beyond. 

ayre,  by,  197,  early. 

azon,  39,  against,  towards 
[them]. 

bale,  ruin,  harm,  mischief. 
ballup,  264,  the  front  or  flap 

of  small  clothes. 
banis,  bane. 


438 


GLOSSARY. 


barking,  336,  leather-tanning. 

baylyes,  153,  bailiffs,  sheriff's 
officers. 

be,  by. 

bearyng  arow,  155,  "an  arrow 
that  carries  well ;"  see  vol. 

became,  184,  came.  [vii. 

bedene,  77,  in  a  company,  to 
gether.  ( ?  ) 

bedyl,  153,  beadle,  the  keeper 
of  a  prison. 

beforn,  41,  before,  first. 

beft,  203,  beaten. 

begeck,  give  a,  198,  make  a 
mock  of,  expose  to  derision. 

beheste,  429,  promise. 

behote,  99,  promise  ;  96,  prom 
ised. 

beir,  noise,  cry. 

belive,  belyfe,  quickly,  at  once. 

ben,  in. 

benbow,  432,  bent  bow. 

bend,  405,  turn  of  a  forest. 

bescro,  beshrew,  curse. 

bestead,  circumstanced,  put  to 
it. 

bewch,  159,  bough. 

bigged,  built. 

bigly,  commodious,  pleasant  to 
live  in. 

bil,  pike  or  halbert. 

blate,  sheepish,  foolish. 

blowe  bost,  55,  make  boast. 

blutter,  195,  dirty. 

blyve,  quickly. 

booking,  belching,  flowing,  out. 

bode,  bid. 

boltys,  arrows,  especially  ar 
rows  with  a  blunt  head. 


bone,  boon. 

booting,  188,  robbing  adventure. 

borow,  surety. 

borowe,  redeem. 

boskyd,  made  ready. 

bote,  help,  use. 

bottys,  shooting  butts. 

boun,    boune,     make    ready; 

bown'd,  193.  went. 
bonne,  bowne,  ready,  ready  to 

go ;  244,  going. 
bour,  bower,  chamber,  dwelling, 
bowne,  boon. 
boyt,  both. 
braide  at  a,  145,  suddenly,  in  a 

moment. 

braves,  bravadoes. 
bree,  brow. 
breeks,  breeches. 
brenne,  burn. 
brere,  briar,  thorn. 
breyde,  a  start,  leap. 
breyde,  started,  leaped,  stepped 

hastily. 

briddis,  birds. 
broke,  91,  use  and  enjoy. 
browthe,  brought. 
browzt,  brought. 
bruik,  enjoy. 
bryk,  breeches. 
buske,  bush. 
buske,  dress ;  54,  make  ready 

to  go,  go. 

busshement,  ambush. 
but,  without;     193,   but    fail, 

without  fail ;    but  and,  and 

also. 

bydene,  105,  all  tog  ether,  forth 
with,  one  after  the  other.  (  ?) 


GLOSSAEY. 


439 


bystode,  put  into  a  plight,  cir 
cumstanced. 

can,  as  an  auxiliary,  equiva 
lent  to  did. 

can,  know ;  coud,  knew ;  can 
thanke,  feel  grateful,  (savoir 
gre.) 

cankerdly,  with  ill  humor. 

capull,  horse. 

carefull,  sorrowful. 

carpe,  talk,  narrate. 

carril,  carel,  churl. 

certyl,  Tdrtle;  41,  jacket  or 
waistcoat. 

chaffar,  chaffer,  merchandise, 
commodity. 

charter  of  peace,  deed  of  par 
don,  safe-warrant. 

chear  well,  190,  make  good 
cheer,  have  a  good  prospect. 

chepe,  v.  buy ;  n.  bargain. 

chere,  face. 

cheys,  choose. 

chitt,  258,  worn  ? 

chiven,  405,  craven  ? 

claw'd,  194,  scratched,  curried. 

clepyn,  call. 

clipping,  embracing. 

clouted,  patched. 

cofer,  trunk. 

cold,  259,  could,  used  as  an 
auxiliary  of  the  perfect 
tense. 

cole,  cowl. 

comet,  cometh. 

commytted,  120,  accounted. 

comyn  belle,  13,  town-bell. 

coost,  cast. 


coresed,  62,  harnessed.     HAL- 

LIWELL.     (A  guess?) 
cote-a-pye,    upper    garment, 

short  cloak. 
coud,  could,  used  as  an  aiixil- 

iary  of  the  perfect  tense; 

coud    his      curtesye,     76. 

[showed  that  he}  understood 

good  manners. 
counsel,  secret. 
covent,  convent. 
cow,  clip. 

cowed,  could,  Tcnew. 
cowthe,  could. 
crack,  chat,  talk. 
craftely,  skilfully. 
creves,  crevice. 
crouse,  192,  merrily. 
curn,  191,  quantity  of. 
curtail  fryer,  272,  apparently 

the  friar  with    the    curtail 

(cur)  dogs. 
curtes,  courteous. 
cutters,    swaggerers,     riotous 

fellows. 
cypress,  411,  gauze,  crape. 

dale,  been  at  a,  in  low  spirits  1 

dame,  86,  mother,  i.  e.  Mary. 

deale,  part. 

dee,  die. 

dee,  do ;  deen,  done. 

deft,  neat,  trim. 

famed,  judged. 

dere.  harm. 

dere  worthy,  precious. 

derne,  secret,  privy,  retired. 

devilkyns,  57,  deuced. 

did  of,  doffed. 


440 


GLOSSARY. 


doen  him,  betaken  him. 

doe  of,  do/. 

doubt,  doute,year,  danger. 

doyt,  do. 

dree,  bear,  suffer,  endure. 

dub,  196,  pool. 

dule,  lamentation. 

dung,  struck  down,  put  down. 

duzty,  doughty,  brave. 

dyght,  100,  done. 

dyght,    ready,    made    ready; 

dyghtande.     111,      making 

ready,  cooking. 
dysgrate,  disgraced,  degraded, 

fallen  into  poverty. 

eftsones,  afterward,  hereafter. 

eild,  age. 

emys,  uncles. 

ere,  86,  befoi'e. 

erst,  before. 

even,  exactly. 

everyche,  euerilkone,    everi- 

chone,  each,  every  one. 
exaltre,  axle-tree. 
eylde  het  the,   requite    (thee 

for)  it. 
eyr,  year. 

faem,/oa?ra,  sea. 

fail,  but,  193,  without  fail. 

faine,  glad. 

falleth,  114,  suiteth. 

fsilyf,  fallen. 

fanatick.  414,  madman. 

fang,  strap. 

fare,  way  of  proceeding ;  114, 
fortune ;  for  all  his  frendes 
fare,  seems  to  mean,  not 


withstanding  the  penalties 
suffered  by  his  friends  for 
their  bad  shots. 

fare,  go. 

farley,  strange. 

fault,  367,  misfortune. 

fay,  faith. 

fayne,  glad. 

fe,  fee,  property,  wages,  reward. 

feardest,  197,  most  frightened. 

federed,  feathered. 

felischepe,  22,  compact  of 
friendship. 

fend,  find. 

fende,  defend. 

ferd,  10,  fear ;  probably  mis 
spelt. 

fere,  mate. 

ferly,  wonderful,  extraordinary. 

ferre  dayes,  47,  late  in  the 
day. 

ferre  and  frend  bestad,  69,  in 
the  position  of  a  stranger 
from  a  distance. 

fet,  fetched. 

fetjjK,  song. 

fetteled,  made  ready. 

finikin,  Jine. 

flaps,  strokes,  blows. 

fleych,  jlesh. 

flinders,  fragments. 

flo,  arrow. 

i one,  foes. 

forbode  godys,  30,  gods  for- 
bott,  260,  God's  prohibition  ; 
over  gods  forbode,  157,  on 
God's  prohibition,  God  for 
bid. 

force,  fors,  matter. 


GLOSSARY. 


441 


forebye,  on  one  side. 
for  god,  before  God. 
forlorne,  lost,  forsaken,  alone. 
forsoyt,  forsooth. 
forthynketh,  repenteth. 
fostere,  forester ;     fosters    of 

the  fe,  153,  foresters  in  the 

King's  pay. 
foryete,  72,  forgotten. 
fothe,/oo<. 
foulys,  fowls,  birds. 
free,  272,  gracious,  bounteous. 
frend,  foreign,  strange ;    ferre 

and  frend  bestad,  69,  in  the 

position  of  a  stranger  from, 

a  distance. 

frese  (said  of  bows),  82  ? 
fa',/«K. 
fynly,  goodly. 

gang,  go. 

gangna,  go  not. 

gar,  make. 

gate,  162,  196,  way. 

general,  290,  perhaps  the  gov 
ernor,  Nottingham  having 
once  been  a  garrison  town. 
RITSON.  Rather,  people ; 
i.  e.  in  public,  with  the  rest 
of  the  world. 

ger,  27,  gear,  affair. 

gest,  guest. 

geste,  story. 

gie,  give. 

gif,  if- 
gillore,  plenty. 

gin,  if- 

gladdynge,  entertaining. 

go,  walk. 


god,  31,  valuables. 

gods  forbott,  260,  God's  prohi 
bition,  God  forbid. 

golett,  throat,  the  part  of  the 
dress  or  armor  which  covered 
the  throat. 

gone,  go;  ride  and  go,  ride 
and  walk. 

gomey,  journey. 

graff,  225,  branch  or  sapling. 

gree,  64,  satisfaction. 

greece,  hart  of,  a  fat  hart. 

grithe,  16,  peace,  protection, 
security  for  a  certain  time. 

grome,  groom;  45,  a  (common) 
man. 

ha',  hall. 

had,  hold,  keep. 

hail,  wholly. 

halfendell,  half. 

halke,  108,  hollow  ? 

hambellet,  ambleth. 

hame,  home. 

han,  have. 

hansell,  23,  is  the  first  money 
received  in  a  new  shop,  or  on 
any  particular  day.  The 
passage  seems  to  be  cor 
rupt. 

hantyd,  haunted. 

harbengers,  harbingers,  ser 
vants  that  went  on  before  their 
lords  during  a  journey,  to 
provide  lodgings. 

harowed,  despoiled. 

hart  of  greece,  a  fat  hart. 

hase,  neck. 

haud,  hold. 


442 


GLOSSARY. 


haulds,  195,  things  to  take  hold 

inow,  enough. 

of- 

in  same,  together. 

haunted,  resorted  frequently. 

intil,  into,  in. 

hawt,  aught. 

into,  in. 

hayt,  hath. 

in  twaine,  apart. 

he,  39,  they. 

i-pyght,  put. 

heal'd,  concealed. 

i-quyt,  rewarded. 

hede,  head. 

i-sette,  set. 

hee,  high. 

i-slawe,  slain. 

hende,  gentle,  courteous. 

ither,  each  other. 

hent,  took. 

i-wysse,  surely. 

heres,  here  is. 

het,  it. 

japes,  jests,  mocks. 

het,  eat. 

jobbing,     374,    knocking     to 

heynd,  gentle,  courteous. 

gether. 

hight,  called,  are  called. 

ho,  hoo,  who. 

kende,  kent,  knew. 

hode,  hood. 

kep,     catch,'      kep'd,    kept, 

holde,  61,  retain. 

keepit,  caught. 

holy,  wholly. 

kepe  ;  non  odur  kepe  I'll  be, 

hos,  us. 

15,  I  will  be  no  other  kind  of 

housbond,  manager. 

retainer,  I  will  have  no  other 

howt,  out  ;   heyt  war  howte, 

relations. 

23,  a  corrupt  passage  ? 

kest,  cast. 

huckle-duckle,  424,  a  term  for 

kilt,  tuck  up. 

a  loose  woman. 

knave,  servant  (boy);   knave 

humming,  heady. 

bairn,  male  child. 

hye,  in,  aloft. 

knop,  a  knob  or  swelling  from 

hyght,  promised,  vowed. 

a  blow. 

hynde,  servant. 

kod,  quoth. 

hypped,  hopped,  hobbled. 

kyrtell,  kirtle,  waistcoat,  jacket, 

or  tunic. 

i-bonde,  bound. 
i-chaunged,  changed. 
i-federed,  feathered. 
ilk,  each ;  ilkone,  each  one. 
in  fere,  in  company. 
inn,  34,  abode,  stand. 
t-nocked,  nocked,  notched. 


lad,  lead. 

laigh,  196,  low  ground. 
lang,  longer. 
lap,  leaped. 

launde,  an    open  place  in 
wood. 


GLOSSARY. 


443 


launsgay,  a  kind  of  dart  or 
javelin;  (a  compound  of 
lance,  and  the  Arabic 
zagaye,  says  Myrick,  An- 
tient  Armour,  &c.) 

lawhyng,  laughing. 

layne,  deception. 

leace,  lying. 

Icasynge,  lying. 

leave,  395,  dear. 

ledes  man,  conductor. 

lee  licht,  171,  lonely,  sad  light. 

leese,  lose. 

lefe,  dear,  pleasant. 

lende,  113,  <fa?e??. 

lene,  58,  grant ;  59,  lend. 

lengre,  longer. 

lere,  cheek. 

lere,  Zearn. 

lese,  fose. 

lest,  desire. 

lesynge,  lying. 

let,  stojo ;  letna,  let  not ;  let- 
tyng,  stopping. 

leugh,  laughed. 

lever,  rather. 

lewte,  loyalty. 

ley,  lea. 

leythe,  light. 

lifted,  livelihood. 

ligge,  332,  %. 

liglitile",  lyghtly,  quickly. 

lin,  stop. 

lin'd,  203,  beaten. 

list,  desire. 

list,  pleased. 

lith,  110,  joint,  limb. 

lithe,  hearken. 

liver,  nimble. 


lizt,  %7zf. 

lokid  on,  8,  Zoo&ecZ  in  a<. 

longe  of  the,  thy  fault. 

longut,  longed. 

lordeyne,  sluggard,  clown. 

lore,  fos*. 

lothely,  WN&  aversion,  with 
hatred. 

lough,  laughed. 

loused,  lowsed,  loosed. 

low,  laughed. 

lowe,  167,  a  swaZJ  Mff. 

lown,  rogue. 

lust,  desire. 

lynde,  lyne,  linden,  lime,  tree 
in  general. 

lynge,  10,  a  thin  long  grass  or 
rush,  heather. 

lyth,  hearken. 

lyveray,  arc  allowance  of  pro 
visions  or  clothes  given  out  to 
servants  or  retainers;  73, 
levy. 

lyzth,  lies. 

male,  portmanteau;  68,  [the 
horse  carrying']  the  port 
manteau. 

maney,  company. 

mar,  more. 

marry,  Mary  ;  marry  gep,  ap 
parently,  Mary  go  up  ! 

masars,  75,  cups,  vessels. 

masterey,  mastery,  trial  of 
skill,  feat. 

mat,  may. 

maun,  must;  maunna,  may 
not. 

may,  maid. 


444 


GLOSSARY. 


maystry,  trial  of  skitt,  feat. 

meal-pock,  meal-bag. 

meatrif,  abounding  in  provis 
ions. 

mell,  meddle. 

menye,  meyne,  company. 

mete,  measured. 

methe,  meat. 

meyt,  meythe,  might. 

mickle,  great. 

middle  streame,  274,  middle 
of  the  stream. 

misters,  203,  sorts  of. 

mo,  more. 

molde,  ground. 

mot,  may. 

mote,  meeting. 

mought,  might. 

mow,  mouth. 

muckle,  much. 

mych,  much. 

mylner,  miller. 

mysaunter,  misadventure,  ill 
luck. 

myster,  need. 

myzt,  might. 

nae,  not. 

liar,  nor,  than. 

ner,  never. 

ner,  were  it  not. 

ner;  they  ner,  thine  ear. 

nere,  nearer. 

next  way,  nearest  way. 

nicked,  notched,  cut,  slashed. 

niddart,  403,  assailed. 

nip,  bit ;  curn  nips  of  sticks, 

191,  bundle  of  small  sticks. 
nipped,  pinched. 


nombles,  numbles,    [the   eat 
able]  entrails. 
nouther,  neither. 

odur,  other. 

ohon,    interjection   of    grief, 

alas. 

okerer,  usurer. 
oltrance,  outrance,  utterance. 
on,  one. 

onfere,  together. 
on  lyve,  alive. 
onslepe,  asleep. 
onys,  once. 
or,  before. 
os,  us. 

ought,  owed. 
out-home,    a  horn    blown    to 

summon  people  to  assist  in 

capturing  a  fugitive. 
over  all,  everywhere. 
owthe,  out. 
owtlay,  outlaw. 
oysyd,  used,  followed. 

passe,    extent,    bounds,   limits, 

district;    as    the    pas    de 

Calais.    RITSON. 
partakers,  persons  to  take  one's 

part. 

pawage,  pauage,  pavag,  toll 
for  the  privilege  of  passing 

over  the  territory  of  another. 
pay,  satisfaction. 
peces,  75,  vessels ;  unless  it  be 

goldpieces. 

pinder,  pounder,  pound-keeper. 
pine,  pain. 
plucke,  stroke,  blow;  423,  bout; 


GLOSSARY. 


445 


pluck  e-buffet,    118,  is   ex 
plained  by  the  context, 
prece,  prese,  crowd;  prees,  65, 

press  (of  battle). 
preced,  pressed. 
preke,  the  pin  in  the  centre  of 

a  target. 

president,  precedent. 
prest,  29,yiw<,  zealously. 
prest,     quick,    in    a     hurry; 

prestly,  quickly. 
pricke-wande,  a  rod  set  up  as 

a  mark.      The  prick  is  the 

peg    in    the    centre    of    a 

target. 

prycker,  425,  a  galloping  horse. 
pryffe,  ±30,  prove. 
pryme,  six  in  the  morning. 
pudding-prick,    a    skewer    to 

fasten  a  pudding-bag. 
put    at   the    stane,  throw  the 

stone  as  a  trial  of  strength ; 

putting-stone,  the  stone  used 

in  this  exorcise. 
pyne,  suffering ;  goddes  pyne, 

Christ's  passion. 

quequer,  quiver. 
queyt,  qwyte,  reward. 

raked,  196,  proceeded  leisurely, 

sauntered. 
raking,     259,    275,      walking 

hastily,  running. 
rawe,  row. 
my,  prepare. 
raye,  84,  striped  cloth.    "  Cloth 

not  coloured  or  dyed.     It  is 


in  contradistinction  to  cloth 
of  colour."     KITSON. 

reachles,  reckless,  careless. 

red,  advice. 

red,  rid. 

reddely,  quickly. 

reede,  advise. 

renne,  run. 

reuth,  pity. 

reve,  rob,  take  by  force. 

revere,  river. 

reves,  bailiffs,  receivers. 

rewth,  pity. 

ripe,  rip. 

ripe,  190,  search;  202,  cleante. 

rode,  rood,  cross. 

rout,  191,  blow. 

rowed,  rolled. 

rowte,  company. 

rue,  377,  to  cause  to  rue. 

rung,  staff. 

ryall,  royal. 

ryghtwys,  righteous,  just. 

sad,  82,Jirm,  resolute. 

sail,  shall ;  salna,  shall  not, 

salued,  greeted. 

same,  in,  together. 

sanchothis,  41  ?  (The  mean 
ing  is  that  the  arrow  went 
between  the  legs. ) 

sawtene,  sought. 

scaith,  scathe,  hurt,  harm. 

schet,  schette,  shot. 

schrewde,  sharp. 

sclo,  slay. 

scouth,  195,  room,  range; 

screffe,  sheriff. 

se,  see,  protect. 


446 


GLOSSARY. 


seal,  396,  Gude  seal,  God  seal, 

forbid  f 
seke,  search ;   20,  he  was  not 

to  seke,  he  did  not  require  to 

be  looked  for. 
seker,  sure,  resolute. 
selerer,  cellarer,  the  officer  of 

a  convent  that  furnished  pro- 


semblaunte,  countenance. 

sete,  set. 

sets,  348,  suits. 

shawe,  1,  94,  160,  grove,  wood. 

shende,  injure,  blame. 

shete,  shoot ;  shet,  shot. 

sheyne,  bright. 

shone,  shoen,  shoes. 

shope,  created. 

shot-window,  a  projecting  win 
dow. 

shradd,  160,  (spelt  also  shard,) 
an  opening  in  a  wood. 

shrewed,  63,  cursed,  precious  I 

shroggs,  164,  shrubs,  twigs. 

shryve,  sheriff. 

shuldis,  shouldst. 

silly,  simple. 

sith,  since. 

slack,  low  ground,  valley. 

Blade,  valley,  ravine,  strip  of 
greensward  between  two 
woods. 

slawe,  slain. 

slist,  sliced. 

slon,  slay ;  slone,  slain, 

somers,  sumpter  horses. 

sorowe  tyme,  61,  sorry,  bad 
time. 

BOthe,  truth. 


sound,  sicoon. 

sowt,  40,  south. 

soyt,  sooth,  truth. 

spar,  spare,  stop. 

sparris,  shutst :  sparred,  shut. 

spear,  speir,  ask  about. 

spercles,  sparks. 

sprunks,  378,  concubines  ? 

spyrred,  asked,  asked  for. 

stage,  8,  stoi'y  of  the  house  f 

stalle,  16,  place    in  general, 

room,  house. 
stark,  stiff. 
stede,  place. 
sterte,  started,  rushed. 
Steven,  168,  voice;  164,  unsett 

steven,  a  time  not  previously 

appointed. 

stime,  a  particle  of  light. 
sto',  store,  a  quantity. 
stood  upon,  356,  concerned,  was 

woi'th  his  while. 
store,  set  no,  make  no  account 

°f- 

stound,  hour,  time. 
stowre,  turmoil. 
strypes,  strokes. 
stroke,  259,  stretch  ? 
stye,  14,  lane. 
sune,  son. 
sweaven,  dream. 
sweir,  niggardly,  unwilling  to 

part  with  any  thing. 
swinke,  toil. 
swownd,  swoon. 
swyre,  430,  neck. 
syne,  then,  afterwards. 
syth,  then. 


GLOSSARY. 


447 


take,  (often)  give;  take  up 
(the  table),  dear  away. 

takle,  takyll,  arrow. 

tarpe,  111  ? 

tee,  to. 

teene,  tene,  harm,  trouble,  vex 
ation. 

than,  then. 

the,  they. 

the,  thrive,  prosper. 

then,  than. 

ther,  their. 

there,  106,  where. 

thes,  <Aw*. 

thir,  they. 

tho,  tfiose. 

thocht,  thought. 

thother,  other. 

thoucht  long,  thought  lang, 
grew  weary. 

thrast,  thrust,  pi-essed. 

throly,  5,  boldly 

throng,  hastened. 

thro  we,  space  of  time. 

thrumme,  the  extremity  of  a 
weaver's  warp;  40,  band  or 
belt? 

thryes,  thrice. 

thynketh,  seemeth. 

till,  to. 

tithyngus,  tidings. 

to,  two. 

to-hande,  two-hand. 

toke,  committed  to. 

tortyll,  28,  twisted.  Qy.  read 
ing? 

trawale,  labor,  vocation. 

tray,  81,  ( A.S.  trega,)  vexation. 

tree,  staff. 


trenchen,  203,  cutting. 

treyffe,  32,  thrive. 

tristil  tre,  7,  tree  of  trigt,  or 

meeting. 
trowet,  troth. 
trusyd,  trussed. 
trysty  tre,  tristing  tree,  tree 

of  meeting. 
tyde,  time. 
tyll,  to. 

tynde,  tine,  antler. 
tyne,  lose. 

unketh,  strange,  stranger. 
unneath,  unneth,  hardly. 
untyll,  unto. 

upchaunce,  peradventure,  per 
chance. 

venyson,  130,  deer-stealing. 
voyded,  went  off. 

wa,  wall. 

wad,  would. 

wan,  got.  came. 

wane,  70;  wonnynge  wane, 
dwelling-place :  wane  is  per 
haps  an  error  for  hame. 

war,  aware. 

warden-pies,  368 ;  wardens  are 
large  baking-pears. 

warisone,  14,  reward. 

was,  25,  wash. 

waur,  worse. 

waythmen,  page  ix.,  hunters, 
sportsmen  (German,  weid- 
mann).  Often  explained 
outlaws,  rovers. 

wed,  wedde,  pledge,  deposit. 


448 


GLOSSARY. 


wedes,  garments. 

welde,  would. 

welt,  wielded,  disposed  of. 

wenion,  225,  curse,  (a  word 
of  unknown  origin.) 

wende,  went,  weened,  thought. 

weppynd,  loeaponed. 

west,  wist. 

wet,  wete,  know. 

whether,  whither. 

whute,  whistle;  whues,  whist 
lings. 

wigger,  wicker. 

wight,  strong. 

wilfulle,  164,  (like  wilsom,) 
doubtful,  ignorant. 

win,  go,  get,  get  on. 

winna,  will  not. 

wistna,  knew  not. 

wode,  mad. 

wode,  went. 

wodys,  woods. 

woest,  saddest. 

wolwarde,  without  linen  next 
the  body. 

wone,  dwell ;  wonnynge,  dwell 
ing. 

woo,  sad. 

woodweele,  variously  ex 
plained  as  woodpecker, 
thrush,  wood-lark,  red-breast. 

worthe,  be. 

wroken,  revenged. 

wrist,  258  V 

wyght,  strong. 

Wynne,  go. 


wystly,  wistfully,  intently. 
wyte,  400,  wytte,  know. 

xal,  xul,  shall. 

y-dyght,  furnished,  prepared. 

yede,  yeed,  went. 

yeff,  if. 

yeffell,  ill 

yeft,  gift. 

yeman,  yeoman ;  yemanrey, 
22,  yeomandrie,  yeomanry, 
what  becomes  a  yeoman. 

yend,  yonder. 

yer,  years. 

yerdes,  rods,  wands. 

ye'se,  you  shall. 

yever,  ever. 

y-founde,  found. 

ylke,  same. 

yode,  went. 

Yole,  Yule,  Chrislmat. 

yonder,  under. 

y-slaw,  slain. 

zade,  went. 

zare,  readily,  quickly. 

zatis,  gates. 

ze,  the. 

zelpe,  boast. 

zemen,  yeomen. 

zet,  yet. 

zete,  eat. 

zeue,  give. 

zone,  yon. 

zouyn,  given. 


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